Fleas and Flies (Sonnet V)

A devil in disguise, a wizard in the skies
I saw fleas and flies fleeing from my fries
Sea salt by the seesaw on the sea floor
The brown man’s frown at the crown
Heave to being clowns will we when?
A dying soldier’s breath taken at length
“Though for a lie I die, God bless those
That will by your will bless this sacred
Site on which I may possibly forever lay.”
Thoughts of a king who died for a coward
Queue to heaven longer than the grave sight
Of ravens on the dinner line at the gravesite
Please do console your soul dear brother and
May our fraternity live and die for one another.