Sonnet VIII

Captains of Industry in The Neofeudal Age

Above it all, beyond the reach of law
An observation deck spins for magnates
Placing bets in a game of The Last Straw
In which players shape disruptive mandates
Fixing all the odds and ends they wagered
Could be apprehended from each vassal
Made of all our sons and daughters labored
In the making of this epoch’s castle
Invulnerable to siege or some blockade
From contracted players on a world stage
Custom-made for nightmares by long decayed
Usurpers bred since a forgotten age;
Where they once filled shadows on the planet
Their casino casts one on the granite.