The Crowned Boy
A Boy who wore a crown atop his little head approached me
and did not cease to stare
he asked me, "Are you a Queen?"
And with reluctant feeling, I replied by reason of pity
"Why for you, Jack Adams, I am a concubine,
but only a King would know the true answer
to your question, without question"
With that I rid of the wilted soul
who called his luck a blessing
and misread my mask for my face