what arthur saw

when the king of the britons awoke from his slumber

what did he see

 

he saw druidic groves

bulldozed by satyrs in hardhats and overalls

getting paid by the hour

 

bearded druids

too stoned to protest

dealing mushrooms on manchester streets

to afford an upper story loft

 

golden sickles pawned off 

to buy rolling paper and weed

 

names of lovers chiseled into standing stones

hidden behind ticket booths

 

faerie rings with conference tables

talking mergers and stock prices

of arabian oil and changeling leather

 

sidhe folk giving tours of glastonbury ruins

waiting for the fogs to roll in

to let them back to avalon

handing pamphlets until that day comes

 

kobolds in mines running out of coal

and precious metals

but still terrified at thought of leaving

 

red-clad goblins of vatican in a frenzy

since letting a real human into their midst

 

orange troll in a house of white plaster

once proud like alabaster

now standing witness to the foulest of beings

 

banshees of teutoburg forest

shooting pornos in german dungeons

 

scandinavian dwarves queuing for welfare

 

clay golems throwing fire

from inside jerusalem’s walls

 

hugin and munin arguing over grammar

while odin hanged from the world tree

 

noonwraiths and strigas brewing moonshine

kelpies drowing in oil spills

kraken served in a fancy tokyo bistro

hundreds killed by selfies around basilisk’s cage

dragons sitting on hoards of cryptocurrency

solomon daemons holding apartments in burj khalifa

 

but no lady in a lake

 

king arthur saw all that

and in his booming

heroic voice

announced

 

“it always seems like the end of the world”

 

as he rolled over to sleep again

This poem is about: 
Our world

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