The Crimson Emperor
has gotten old..
but would you look at that!
Our beloved monarch
got new clothes..

The finest fabrics
woven out of
silky smooth
invisible threads.
Tailored specifically
for the occasion..
his parade of Death.

Bareskin and naked..
that’s his newest look.
Just as, upon a time,
he climbed out of
his mother’s womb..
he lets it all hang out
as he is taken
on a golden chariot..
towards his tomb.

Only take care
to not exclaim
the quiet part
out loud..
and better still,
don’t even
make a sound.

Dead silence..
is the only soundtrack
to this ceremonial
procession
that’s allowed.