Democracy and Kings
you got found
with sand on your breath
laced with dust, shake your shawl,
wash your hands.
you could use a drink
we got drawn by the spires up high
crushed by nothing
that was never found
you could use a king
right?
you got tired of democracies
and votes and treaties
you got tested by the overchoice
of a million thoughts
you could use a king.