EDWARD THE TABLETOP
('to matter any more')
He was six feet tall by a day.
He wore muffins for ears and carried
a very broad flagellant stick to the
daily camp-meetings. There had been (really)
nothing like him seen before.
It wasn't in invisible manners that he excelled,
but rather the slow dispersal of ancient things
and the way he talked about matters which
mattered.
He had once been a leader of all lands -
now reduced to a pestilence of rubble his
once-proud kingdom suffered like oil on a stove:
burning away in smoke, losing all manner of things.
Someone once mentioned him in passing -
but after the deluge it was far too late
to matter any more.
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