Boy King

By Elvira

The Boy King’s             heart               beating
Mother’s         head
paraded in the
Commons:
The sans-culottes
wanting blood —
was this the Voice of
Freedom?

Preferring Mutism,
after                                        repudiating
Mother-Queen
sleeping
in filth —                      Survive!
Child.
Bones                          as         an old man —
Cries
Maman!          Soeur!              Tante!
not knowing
the axe                                                            has obliterated his
Blood

Tossed                         in                     Common grave
no succor
stolen organ:
It belongs        in         Notre Dame
hidden centuries
Imposter                      claiming          non-existing
diamonds!

Counterfeit?
At last.                         Science
closed the case:
he died            in darkness
filth
now     resting             in         Our Queen
The ghost of other Louis
still      do not rest —
for heads and bodies
desecrated                  and not told.
Only Theresa
lived – but bloodline diminished.

Rest Child, in
the arms of                 l’Autrichiene
the mother
who loved you
and could not
protect

Claim your realm.
only in books —
your crown:
Christ thorns
and
angels’
Breath.

April 2016