May God Save The Queen - Poem by Patti Masterman
Funny how faces always announce their owners beforehand,
With such subtle traces that, although we may miss it objectively,
The furtive never-sleeping mind of us does not fail to take note
Of the tiny, angry bird scratches, of egotism, impatience and intolerance.
The well etched lines, of willpower and definite strength of mind.
The eyes marking shallow thoughts or lack of brevity; indifference.
The face holding a hidden dagger; it could turn on us;
Without giving any warning; the flat eyes that portray
Their owners lack, of a sense of humor.
Pettiness, subversiveness, narcissism;
Jealousy, pessimism, doubt.
It might not be able to tell us of their quality of intelligence; but sometimes
Can tell us that they don't make very good use of it.
All the suitors who passed through our courts left their mark
Of the judicial decisions we passed down upon them;
All the case files forever tattooed right there,
Printed out upon our own features, for posterity to read
At it's leisure: And may God save the Queen.
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