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The King Arises

Go tell the king I am no longer dead
and have returned to claim my old throne;
let him throw his grey head around these parts
and flaunt his peacock robe throughout the land,
a paper emperor, now dog-eared and old,
unworshipped, unloved, and worst, unwanted.

In exile, I festered, with folk unwanted
like myself, skins of slow rust seen as near dead.
knowing what a curse it is to grow old;
stumbling down from my comfortable throne
and made to roam throughout a sterile land,
bagging to my chest the heart’s broken parts.

With each month, I would lose one of those parts,
not that any were ever unwanted;
now seeds, repatriated to the land,
some finding flower, others damned to stay dead,
soil taken as their grave or gallant throne
with some spat back, deemed sour and far too old.

Forsaken and dry, a statue to old
ways with no real moving or working parts.
But those stout pieces that found new throne
defied my status as grand unwanted
king of yesterday, refusing my dead
man swaggers and thirsting for homely land.

These flowers of fighting hitched from the land
and wove themselves around my limbs, grown old
but now regenerating; indeed, once dead,
now fresh warm blood flooded into their parts
and told my thick rust it was unwanted,
then marched me back towards my usurped throne.

I found the new king lain across my throne,
spitting cherry stones onto my sweet land;
proclaimed his reign now over, unwanted
by a people fond for a return to the old.
Handed him his own broken, rusting parts
and gave him his last rites: adieu, you’re dead.

I sat on my throne and recover the old
soft groove of its fecund land; picked off parts
of unwanted thistle dropped from the dead.

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from Omnivorous EP (free download), released October 6, 2019

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DARDIS Northern Ireland, UK

DARDIS: Discord And Relative Depressions In Sound.

Ambient and experimental sound project for Northern Irish writer, editor and sound artist Colin Dardis.

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