Palace once divided, united by the fourth Henry.
Stone Couples salute their doomed King
For his final walk along the trees,
King once united, divided by People’s will.
Last Ray from the Sun
He lost a son and parted from another.
Cobblers, soldiers, statesmen and whoresons,
Cheer the window’s close, blotting out the sun.
The Magdalen looks towards Death
And watches the precession, unblinking,
And thus unmoved, she keeps her back
Toward the Interment of her King.