As Henry V lies, two large dragonflies
From the corner of their eyes
Wondering witch – by what cruel fate
When you awake, from your dreaming state
Her sleeping head forever trapped
Within the fairy lands
As Henry dreams, the dragonflies die
Dragonfly smelling froggy breath
Their lives digested ended thus
[BURP]
Sun sets and sun rise in Henry’s world
Tree shadows move from feet to hips
To neck and back to feet
The headless beauty continues to sleep
Doormice nibble between her toes
Eating grain and grass, ignoring meat
Her body preserved like a mammoth on ice
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Fleeting, fanciful Sean is son of Dean;
Simon’s son, who was son of Fred
A long time dead
Glittering translutant body and
The sweetest voice in all the lands
Smaller, skinnier, cheekier
And (so he thinks) smarter.
Sean vomits dandelion sap, whilst in flight
Circling the land, dancing the sky,
He swoops into leafe mulch
And brushes past rose, lavender and rosemary
Smelling prettier than any flower
Smiling at the wind, sneering at the sun
He flies on.
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In the furthest corner of the fairy lands,
Carefully plotted by the Silver Wizard’s hands,
Six large trees, stand in a clearing, proud
And within, twenty one mushrooms, surround
The head of Henry
And in that grove fairy Henry’s head lies
Mascara tears run down from her eyes,
A sight to break Sean’s heart and mine,
The sleeping head of Henry
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Sean, having frozen in mid air
Stopped to watch the lonely head
Befriended only by her neck
His glittering finger gently prods at Henry’s nose
Shit ! She has no feeling in her toes
She has no feelings in her knees and hips and chest
And for the first time since she was born
The wonders what, if her head would fall
From five feet high unto the floor
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Translated, modernised and censored by the Prof Langlend from the original scrawlings of the annonymous train poet – The Apologiser.