CROWN

I laugh,
and laugh again,
For the crown will surely melt,
While the dogs harvest bones from maize combs,
The blind invention that deems insanity sane,


I laugh,
and cry again,
For chains bind the ape,
Colored mind,
Tailored in the shelf of pages torn.


I laugh,
I laugh till i laugh,
Fops recycling stature,
Eggs weak hatching to the tone of death,
The dance of the noble,
Inheritance of the just,
The laugh that lasts a thousand moons,
The laugh and laughter coiling,
Burning to the theme of dustless dust
Forged in the thirst of dying thirst.