The rebellious season
lurches to its
anniversary. The scars
and reckless
wounding satires,
the survivors
squabbling over
how best to celebrate
themselves.
The martyrs
retire to their
hammocks, make
a great show
of comfort amid
perpetual chaos.
Flames lick
the pedestal,
a lonely microphone
shrieks
and the palace
bedrooms are grown
Desdemona quiet.