So endeth the second Elizabethan age
And just like that,
your life is history.
The new old king
can don the crown as if forever,
and already fading memories--
many decades of postage stamps,
coins and badges,
demands for tax returns,
souvenir tea towels, legal decrees,
and fashionable comedy skits--
are tagged for a museum,
as pronouns of routine and in that song
are overwritten in one missing heartbeat,
hardening understated feminine
into the ages-old patriarchy.
So today your life is yesterday
in scratched vinyl like a Beatles tune--
or maybe today was always this way,
but you were so busy that you did not see.
Long live your life.
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