Faces

[whitman]

Could diamond with sixty faces, sought,
Secure a place on the historic throne?
A nation's royal elegy is caught
In open hand of history and shown
To all- remote, indifferent audience
While to recumbent Queen sleep offers dreams.
A postman gathers mail- faces commence
Into a royal dream connecting seams
Of royal narrative, letters arrive
On doormats, bearing stamps with Queenly head.
She wakes to diamond gala, to revive
A sovereign synergy and she will read
her own reflected face, the mirrored guise
Apparent in her subjects' gilded eyes.