Queen of Fools

A Queen

born to a court of Fools.

Laughing and playing.

Praying and feinting.

Secrets made bold by blood.

Backrooms

filled with smoke

bourbon

opiates

all are content

for never the truth

be told.

Standing upon the world stage

blinded by power and indifference

orphaned and forlorn

a child discarded.

Broken and battered.

Scattered from here to there.

Seeds sown on the wind

war is coming

annihilation has begun.

Tears escape

scalding hot

as carnage

does unfold.

Queen of Fools

in a court of gold

worshipped a diety

bowing beneath the blows.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen