Kind Of Like The Happy Prince Poem by Luke J. Holt

i awaken cast in gild
i have no breakfast
kind of like the Happy Prince

as of whom Oscar, that Pre-Movie starlet spoke
atop the steeple
neighboring broad clocks and bells of singing yellow
pleading the swallow to bring to they who leer and admire him his face of various jewels.

i gave my nose to a thirsty girl
my nose was a glorious ruby
like that of the Happy Prince

i too alike the swallow who fell in love with a reed in a faraway marsh, a reed with many of her kind she would not leave, and deep, deep roots set in pickled waters
safe from the winds that yank my jilted pinions far a-cast
to encounter the Happy Prince
splashed by his unassuming tears
to disparage and then to serve him for suffering
to trade my next silted voyage to carry in my beak a jewel, one that-so-help-me-god may ping into the palm of a legless owner of a ribcage mongrel
a lump of vulcan sap
the given eye of the Happy Prince