We were wed on the day of the dead
[the gunpowder, treason, and plot]*
sugar skulls and cockle shells,
[I see no reason why your ugly treason
should ever be forgot]*
and you, and you,
in your white silk dress
and me, and me
in my sea foam duress
and us, and us,
in all our glory
my dear, we have a fantastical story
we were wed on the day of the dead,
the sugar skulls and redemption dance
the tongues of the fires, the frightening chance
we were supposed to be something more
than this, something more than a cake topper,
something more than an institution
alive
alive
alas
alas
we are done for.
*= the guy fawkes poem from V for Vendetta
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