DARIUS
What did it matter that he
was King of what mattered?
I was leaning back, against a
wall made from concrete blocks.
Stucco'd over, once, long ago,
and poorly too. Or perhaps that
was just age. I should know.
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In my hand is a silver glass,
filled with some liquid matter I
drink. Maybe that's why I feel
the way I do. I can't concentrate
or Darius, or anything at all.
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I'd bet he never said 'Things are
precarious.' Or that his wife ever
uttered, 'Darius, my needs are so
various I don't know where to start..'
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It's like that, all around, even for
the rich and the royal - that's the
way I figure it anyway. Oh, yes,
lastly, I do recall when the caravan
set out, someone said, 'Are there
enough camels to carry us?'
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