the prince is dead

beholden to the union jack they

cried the prince is dead! 

nobody could recall the day

a child was born with a royal

stake. the screenagers in great piety  

dropped phones and made a vape tornado 

to celebrate the deceased 

the end of life leased

#katyamills

off the coast of friendship

we could tell the future

by the birds gone quiet

a change in the winds

our energy jumped

full of dread we shouted out!

like we gonna perish


then the storm subsided

left our faces wet and salty

lush and flush 4 the sunshine

#katyamills