King No More

And so I make my journey home,
Upright as one who seeing beauty light
Is honoured to bear witness.

The stars are only lights now,
No divinities post lanterns to show the way.
But my path is shared with brothers.

And so I make my journey home,
Singing the words of our glorious message.
Truth raised up in the sharing.

At fall of night our paths diverge.
No wealth or incense can make this journey sweet,
Or summon those who were not there.

And so I make my journey home
My two brothers lost to more than space
Alone in chosen emptiness

The distant towers are all mine,
The palaces the markers of a people’s road:
What is a mirage to a well-fed man?

And so I make my journey home,
Weighed down by my empty bags.
The severed travel of a king.

A people laying out their clothes,
In styles cut to match their betters,
Live their life together.

And so I make my journey home,
Vassal to an ordained path,
To wield the sword of peace.

The desert speaks in heat and chill.
My mind riddles the tongue of both
To find an end to my loss.

And so I made my journey there,
The gifts of myrrh returned threefold.
Pity poor Melchior his wisdom.

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