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BEAUMARIS
Some boy with shaved head holds his phone up high
For signal on the turret. Ping, he’s hit
From distance, all at once confirming why
He’s captive, hard as that is to admit.
It’s symmetry the sniper, symmetry
The tyrant too, a callous beauty built
To mock and wreck a deeper history,
And watch as all but symmetry will wilt.
The tedium of triumph haunts the years
In occupation – watch them watch on peace
and quietly hand their plan for multi-tiered
meritocratic power to the police.
No monarch ever came here after all.
The castle stands, so perfect and so small.
MONTREUX
We’ll find a way inland, we’ll see it all.
We’ll climb the mountains, watch the glaciers melt,
as money burns and civilizations fall,
Behold the halls where kings and criminals knelt
In vain, in vain – their prisoners watch them drown.
The cracks will slowly show, the dams will break.
The thieves will flail, will trip, will be held down.
We’ll stand above and look down on the lake
as pleasure boats drift free from shore to shore,
As former borders sink and slide away,
We’ll write the book of international law -
There’ll be no law, no nations, just decay.
Our progress will be painstaking and slow,
The sun will clear the clouds and melt the snow.
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