Lost the day under grey and purple
Royal colors swept the eyelids
None were signing their names
(All death certificates need signatures)

Nourishment came and attempted
Like the heat to make the body whole,
Heal and take the universe seriously
(It is important to be grateful)

Anyone that wanted to could pass
Through the open doorway and sit on
One of the low embroidered cushions
(Tea was always promised)

Heavy with dreams, eyelids sank
Picked up the royal colors, gently Demanded that all had a cat on his lap
(The cats expect the fullest attention)

The next days would require utter
Silence, inexhaustible flames and
The Rice Rights, scented wet towels
(Fragrant cumin and fennel filled the air)

The stone floor became ice beneath
Everyone’s embroidered toes in royal
Colors, folded eyelids, awaiting solstice
(None knew that the king stood outside)

Anyone that wanted to could pass
Through the open doorway and sit on
One of the low embroidered cushions
(Tea was always promised)

The first to serve tea to the king
Would perish under the scopes, the
Directed yellow sunlight, made ashes
(Bread would be served for two weeks)

A toast. All who could sing, sang strong
Followed in a silent vigil, the sacrifice
Yielded the most unanimous worship
(The ash fell in the shape of a cat)

The stone floor was warmed again
Under the hot lens of the sunscope
The roof spun open to reveal the whole
(Each light in the sky was paramount)

The next days would require utter
Silence, inexhaustible flames and
The Rice Rights, scented wet towels
(Fragrant cumin and fennel filled the air)