DISUNITED KINGDOM

she made herself a crown of herbs

and put it on her head as a sign of glory

gathered her brocades and sat on the curb

watching the march of the roaring lorries

she waltzed at an imaginary ball

with a paper prince she found in a trashcan

then nailed him to a graffitied wall

between a fading joker and a grayish batman

from her palace of crates

in front of the cathedral gates

she could see Jesus and His faithful mates

from that strange place

lost in time and space

what hope was there in that face?

she made herself a throne of pain

princess or queen, it doesn't matter

there was a kingdom with tigers in chains

knights, jesters and mad hatters