Cnut

A poem from February 2017

All hail the conquering king!

With your long blonde hair and your eyes of blue

Sweeping aside those unprepared

For your magnificent victory!

Your followers believe you're superhuman

A divine son, set apart from the rest

Able to hold back the tidal wave

A god come down, pristinely pure

You set your throne next to the sea

And rested your laptop on your knee

Pouring out vanity

Vanity of vanities

Torrent, tsunami overwhelmed

Destroyed the technology

Soaked you to the skin

Blood and salt smell

You smile

You proved you're just a man

And history is in the hands

Of a mightier God

Here we are

Kings and Queens

Fighting