how the mighty have fallen

I see her
on the street, the grey in her
hair

unavoidable.
drawn

and thin. advancing quickly
into
a place

where it will end.

walking blindly into traffic,

I see her.
almost unrecognizable.

her eyes to the ground.
mumbling

words into the air, speaking
to someone
not there. broken

and lost.

a queen once, now
disposed.

the jester gone. the prince
grown old,
the fragile
king

in the other room,
on the rusted throne.

my how the mighty have
fallen.