Ivory

Ivory

Hunt all the broken boughs.
Tear apart
The
High-horse crowds.

Let the cannons from forts fly,
Fire away from
The loophole
Sights.

Our king in his tower
Is above, reigning power,
Paying us to keep our
Undying faith.

I’ve an undying mind and
A revolting axis,
I carve out my ivory
In between attacks.

We’ve watched the water for weeks.
Some times the privateers seek
To destroy our fair fort
And reap what it emits.

It’s a power of a king, carving
Holes in his ivory.
No gods, no man, only kings
Keeping control.

Keep faith, only faith,
In our simple fort on the shore.
We’ve been here for some years.
I don’t know life outside of here.

I look through my loophole,
With a knife to my tusks,
Making marks and white sculptings
In the next best chess piece.

No gods, no kings, only man.
Man controls, the troops move.
Metal cuts the bone.
Ivory is shaped by man alone.

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