Marriage to the Hun Lord
8 May 2007
She will be married.
A fallen aristocracy
struggles to survive.
You called them barbarians.
They were too visible and invisible,
in the popular mythology,
in the popular consciousness,
but now flesh and blood, big boss,
the makers of timetables, the law givers.
And the old families have had to adjust,
being theologically agnostic, pragmatic,
capable of the most brilliant contortions
ever witnessed under Heaven.
And so you gave her an ultimatum.
And so it is, she will be married.
Daughter of the old aristocracy
sent summarily to the altar,
like one in a somnambulistic trance,
a dance without love or dreams or dreams of love.
Never mind, you had once killed
her relationship with one of them,
a young poet, a hopeless dreamer,
not a warrior, like this great Lord,
fearsome, though a bit old, but rich.
Look, don't be silly about it --
There is nothing black and white about survival.
© 2007, Satya J. Gabriel