Of King and Queen

The King

A horse!
               a horse!
My kingdom for a horse!
Cries Richard, last of three.
I wonder if, in better times,
No Field would hear this plea
No roses burned, no lives destroyed—
Just Richard, live and free
Alone in bed, he’d cry instead:
A whore!
               a whore!
My kingdom for a fair lady!


The Queen

When finally the sun has sunk
And sunken are my eyes
I stumble down the hall to sleep,
To sleep in kingdom’s queen,
A Queen of one,
One half a whole,
A hole that fills my heart.