I was a bad king. I wrote some bad
apologies. Too many games, not
enough work. My people drained wasted
but it began to shift when, from the
vast grassland she led him, or was it
that winter I spent as an ass because
of the mishap with the lady
from Salem—blessed be her name
Maybe change of form is not enough
It’s hard to say right now what the project
is and what is not the project
but I hope that at some time in some time
I will have been sufficient monarch of
this wildflower-resplendent surplus
other animals 