Farewell, a king wanting sleep. A foot of sleet, mush, your estimate 
From the royal window, eyebrow roughened.  
 
My views are compatible with yours, that’s the idea, only  
I’m leaving us in sleet all over  
Outdoors for your extrication from delirium.  
Tho like other inheritors you’re still a pebble mahogany,  
Vulnerable in all good faith,  
& all the bobwhites in Appalachia hush...