The Highland Throne

watch the crest of tomorrow drench the sun with shade
without the most of us soon shall be sewn in sodden thread
pursue the grand for today endured in motion lighthearted
the endless nowhere waits in its uneventful virtue
placid is the trough cast without a spare
languish entrapment in pursuit of graceless abandon
for stars and spores rival time in divine indignity
precisely routine without the gambler's touch
while kitchen biscuits strangle with an opulent compliance
those primed to posture violence in the face of gunfire
are yet lapped twice by the hero's nightly conscience
lingers the sound of voices beneath the highland throne