K is for kings
their furred cloaks, their falcons
their utter lack of privacy
even in prayer
and the time spent in Dumbarton keep
watching the boneless fog
rise up the kyle
and snake through the balustrades
watching a form grow solid
in the feathered air
a crowned head speaking 
of the mortality of kings
the halls lousy with ghosts
gossip coating their failures
like flies on meat

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