Sonnet For Anne Bolyn
No person ever showed greater willing
To die, strong like the grand queen Anne Boleyn.
This lady hath much joy and fulfilling.
Men and women put to death that have sinned
Though the Tower, sent, they may stay, evermore.
Be her quiet rest, lest it sound in death.
From Anne's careful breast cruel spite nevermore,
Fully sore - sung and past - to take a breath.
Defiled is by name thy clever lady:
Become 'The Queen Without a Head', they find,
Served to nickname the concubine claim
Ring out, the doleful knell; subconscious mind:
Dignified a yell in to the morrow
"I have a little neck!" in great sorrow.