Clash of Two Queens

Clash of Two Queens

The two monarchs met
On the first front of a war
Before being beseeched
By a proxy between them

Across the dead zone, eyes locked
They both saw the other
For the first time
And understood the coming war

One with non sequitur rule
Roamed free, couldn’t be controlled
The other with constant regime
Strictly headed, forever scheduled

The proxy between them
Pulled their flags up from the ground
Walking the dead zone
Cleaning up after conflict

Every day, new loyalties arose
Supplanted by fights and morose
The proxy knew much of one queen
And was only just learning the other

Yet so many others would revel
And covet the truths the proxy
And ignored

For it was the proxy
Who was blinded by pain and past
Loyalties it remembered
What once staked flags here

This no man’s land
Where the proxy walked
Was dotted and littered
With death and debris

All those who had fallen
In the name of a queen
Each with a uniform
Consisting of memory

The proxy couldn’t remember
All the names of those lost
But he did remember two names
In this whole war they cascaded

So the proxy walked
Over hills and trenches
In the non sequitur land
The proxy sat on park benches

In gardens memorializing things
The proxy had yet to understand
In the wastelands of regime
He could find simply nothing

Nothing in any of the ruins
No treasures buried under bombs
Still the proxy walked the wall
Removing flags, erasing the chalk

In this war the proxy was confused
Didn’t know who to please
Nothing else could make sense
In this clash of the two queens

Published by Jake Thomas Shaw

Concerned with memory, currency, and destiny, I strive to capture each one as they happen. Join me and consume reality! Radio Reality. City!

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