six thousand years and counting
as it turned out he was alive and well
resurfacing somewhere in carolina
taking up sun and counting the years
he made sure the money didn’t follow
redeployed somewhere offshore
far away from oil rigs and earthquakes
after wearing the crown all these years
incognito pro tem seemed fitting
walking the dog and swiping debit card
who the hell would have guessed
all the while cities continued to grow
melting pots boiling impatiently
fueled by remotely controlled triggers
september two thousand sixteen
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