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.

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