Michael Estabrook
- 1 poem -
Ducal Crown
When Gian Gastone's heavy lead coffin
was pried open archeologists were thrilled
to find that his ducal crown
and two gold medals,
dirty and discolored, were still there,
clumped there lopsided
on the old dried out brown skull
in a quiet heap of dust and dirt
like what the inside of a rusted
old sewer pipe must look like.
No matter how famous and wealthy,
perfumed and pretty you are
during your life
here in earth, the end
is always the same particularly
when you've been buried
for 250 years in a damn
dank dark hole in the ground.
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