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A Noose of Gold by George W Kiwanuka

Today, in the oblivion of night, I will knit you a golden noose
to match the golden chalice from which you've supped and
inebriated yourself with our blood whilst we bow

It will be perfumed and laced  with a ritzy fragrance
kissed and wrapped in Egyptian cotton
to suit your opulent lofty relish

The noose shall be woven with expensive thread from Spain
and infused with a bit of arm and leg, embroidered with your initials
Cleaned and dusted daily so it does not crease

Lest we forget, we will dye it with what's left of our blood
only it will not matter...we will not remember
So long as the noose is a tight fit for your fine neck.

George W Kiwanuka