My gravel moat is a fascinating installation.
More of a project than a piece.
It’s best observed from ivory towers.
Best seen while perched
precarious.
Each pebble, a prince of the universe.
I long to see a certain
chariot trample them.
Only room for one prince in my
palace, mind.
And this grey moat is not enough.
The billowing troops, they must
unroll and render it brown.
O God, let the rains fall.
Get these princes wet.