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Reborn
by Earl Coleman

Midnight found the palace revolution made
and you had overwhelmed me once again.

Why was this birthday then
of new regime rung in so quietly,

this last of may coups,
this changeling government?

The clues are there: my forces weaponless,
my drawbridge down, my maps in open view.

Is this new warfare that I wage, or is my peaceful
occupation of myself an end to all hostilities?