Hearken to the decree of our mighty Queen Winter:

Color,
the brightest regent
of our great Mother Earth
is to submit himself
for punishment,


For he has forgotten his place.

As it pleases her majesty,
He is to be banished,
Dismissed like a belligerent child,
Exiled to live the prodigal life
he extols from every autumnal hilltop,
every city street corner
slick with red heat,
and every drug-induced dream.

He is to be disinherited,
his open and rash words blotted out,
their fluorescent poison
flushed from our great kingdom.

For his songs scream the heresy of life,
and his dancing steps disrupt
the linear progress of our nation.

A patchwork whirlwind of life
Never bowed to anyone.
The joy of a feverish love
Never led a sinner to purity.

The Queen of all that is white and gray
has decreed that he should be forgotten.

So let it be.

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