Vanquished
When I pull back the curtain of your gilded hair
like peeling away the centuries
I see the library
at Alexandria
burned
The golden goblets of Inca kings
weeping their forms into Spanish ovens
I see the temple of my learning
in rubble
The ragged feathered shaman
wandering the pillaged streets
Proclaiming to the burnished Conquistadores
that the Emperor has no clothes
-Willowmere
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Dear God, Madge, you're drunk as a lemur! And you're drooling all over your 'Material Girl' t-shirt.
- Mister Wallaby