Ultima Thule Poem by Matthew Buchwald

The walls to the asylum
Of the Emperor of Thule
Were torn down at his command.
In the glacial morning,

His counselors closely watched
As the sanctuary fell
And the remains were gathered.
The Emperor had thought of

Wandering through the ruins,
But when he laid his eyes upon a
Fallen statue of himself
That was without both arms and legs,

He had an aide bring him the relic
And cover it with a shroud.
While priests pronounced a blessing,
The Emperor cried out loud.