Royal Scam

A window that cared deeply
about the railroad in its breast.

There was a Catherine wheel in the back yard
and a Cassandra in the guest house, paid.

All our forks were wooden.
But all our knives were copper.

This created an incredible sexual tension
between our implements at mealtime.

Later, we gilded even the mice
we beheaded in our traps.

This was when we really arrived.
This was the glorious period in which

nobody knew us

(but the ferrets that slunk
around our naked breasts).

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