SOVEREIGNTY

As king, I have the power to banish.

And I am, with a vengeance.

I'm cleaning house.

I have too many counselors.

Too much bad advice.

Their lucky I’m letting them

keep their heads.

Perhaps I should banish myself, while I’m at it.

Ditch the moat and drawbridge.

Downsize from kingdom to condo.

Or build me a glass house

in a forest somewhere.

Put a piano in it.

That's all. Nothing more.

Spend my days listening to the tuner.

To the science in his art.

To the creakings, the tensions

equalizing into proper pitches.

In this I will find my sovereignty.