In the Capital of Everpeace

When the city fell the second time
declared unto the first: the savage
has green eyes now, and amber waves of crime,
but yet the sun will keep
his gold and jewels and art. His memories
will become our own. The clay is broken
on the wheel, the bough is broken from the tree,
the wheel is loosed from fortune’s turn,
the jug is broken at the well,
the tree is lightning-loosed. Even now
the emperor of Everpeace gazes on high
and sees the spirit descending like missile.

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