Having divorced faith, he lost all it seems.
It didn’t matter how he ruled as king.
Killing former friends only bore bad dreams.
Frolicking with whores made his penis sting.
While switching wives finally brought a son,
the kid didn’t last long due to the day’s
politics. Hard to hold on when dad’s gone
and your crown’s pounded down to gouge, let’s say,
your jewels. But who could force frailty on
our bastard virgin, no sly man a match
for her focused mind, wit, and precision?
She forged iron to gold on her long watch,
outfoxing murder plots, praising drama
at The Globe, and sinking an armada.
Roger Armbrust
May 18, 2011
