Streams of ragged serfs
surfing slabs of stone
towards the center stage

Overseers strike dissent
severing conspirators’ desires
in nodding reverence to Lord Mordred

Daedalus wears chains
altering intended planar spaces
on worn pages of his master blueprint

Carriages carry in enemies of the state
carrion overhead canvases tomorrow’s cornucopias
with feral foresters funneled in too

Let’s see those Saxon bastards after
our myopia as if we’d withstand
more cultural “attunement”