Queen
Victoria has four minutes of public appearance. She does not have a cold. She
is two feet tall and made of porcelain. Even with a cold she would show because
her public performances are mechanical. The clock goes dock-dock-dock-dock. Her
head turns and you could swear she was looking just at you. There’s the rest of
January to discuss her dress, scraping the ground almost and mainly black with
tufts of sapphire. The catwalk is not quite the throne room and strobes are not
chandeliers. Still, showing up thrills the subjects and quietens journalists.
They will refrain from satire.
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