April 27:The Spiny Bear’s Breeches of Aristocracy

 Today’s prompt.

God help them,

In the flight path of the falling axe.

Let them eat all the cake they want,

It’s fueled with substitute flour.

It’s gluten-free friendly!

Immersing our valuables

In an obscene pile of salt.

Sailing them, unsupervised, to the Americas. 

Trinkets and spoils.

Groceries of Discontent.

Liturgically speaking,

We were ordained

to conquer

To make waste

of lesser spaces.

These are the rules

As outlined in

The bylaws of our 

Enterprise.

Let us,

All of us,

Guide ourselves by

One true light

The light

Of the sun

Glinting

Off of the falling axe.

May we always

Know it well.