Caroligian ^

I’d write the Magna Carta

if only I’d known peace,

but the winds have never

set my mind at ease,

and neither have the police.

I’ll make a crease in the page

that shows me the age

when the world

was just and righteous.

Page seventy-

No

Maybe one forty six-

No

What tricks and snaps

have led to this happy accident

of thinking that we are civilized?

Our eyes have only been,

and will ever be,

on the prize.