The grasses still whisper among themselves
the long ago joke--
"Asses' ears! He fears they will know!
He covers his head so they won't show!"
Crows wink and poke
their beaks in the direction
of the naked emperor and his
half-erection,
in fraudulent imagined finery.
Mice have witnessed a wealthy man
shitting gold bricks
into a shiny gold can.
And the trees can't help themselves but bray
in their branches when the winds of change
do sway, and some high fellow
thinking himself quite tall,
though but a sapling,
has a great fall.
Over the millennia that man
has thought he ruled;
as a cat can look at a king,
and a cockroach might
survive anything--
nature isn't fooled.
And who knows but some virus, some bacillus,
a mere bee-sting
can undo the wildest fortune
and change everything?
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