The King

Mr Firebird: sat in his dream pub, nothing he heard.
LIttle Alex tried to scream but it stuck: when you've more geese than fingers you're fucked.

Mr Firebird: always a paper, never a word.
Little Alex tried to scream but it stuck: when you've more geese than fingers you're fucked.

Where - you - were when - the king
Where - you - were when - the king - was

Beggar find the free wine;
Yeats a second Troy;
Pastor find the boy.

Gallows man the jail.

Meanless and meanwhile,
All the king's horses snort heavy dressage in a fog;
In a rain; by a bay window;
All the king's horses snort heavy dressage in a final hurrah for the few.

Where - you - were when - the king
Where - you - were when - the king - was.