Queen Enough For You Poem by mark littler

Queen enough for you
Not quite an era, an epoch
All one in decades
Age ridden monument
Of kings and a line of kings
God gave them their stone
Castle fast tombs
Where they are grinning like lords

Red white and blue
White rose
White cockade

Not part of me


Past and emotionalated
Rigid biped moving at diagonals
Vertical severe architecture
Elizabethan virgin, Victorian virgin
She walks among us
The restless beef a shout crowd and flags
Can this be a Republic
But no I fall at the first
Cry to near century

Not part of me
All of me