Molecules of Power
The Emperor searched
for silicon certainty
and his sons came
with straight lines like guns
resting on traceries of gold
while the Grand Vizier
triangulated the height
the Palace had reached.
Clouds settled in the throne-room
as the Court Ladies swirled.
I looked out of the hole
I carried in my head:
my treasury: dust, carbon.
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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