a figurehead carved from pumice

i am perched
a gargoyle
monstrous in design
ugly by necessity
watching as
the city sleeps

i am sat
upon a throne of lies
self styled monarch
sceptre clutched
as my kingdom
burns around me

the executioner
cuts the umbilical
sending the sand
to gently flow
as the last connection
is severed
we slowly die alone

left to float
in the vacuum of space
that haunts
our every atom
vibrating frantically
seeking solace
in whatever crumb of beauty
is discarded
in casual disdain

i am empty
a slowly dissolving vessel
a rusted barge
sinking lower
with every league traveled
until all that is left
sinks to the bottom
lost in the river of time

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