He likes to attend the fall
Conference of the gnomes
Under the dying lantana
The ceremony of the seeds
Being carried to their tombs
The unveiling of the Theotokos
The chanting of the drones
And then everything hurriedly packed away
Nothing emptier than an empty room
Where some mystery has been
He likes to come early
To watch the gnomes assemble
The king and queen carried in
Down the long dark corridors
And sit long after to remember
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