First-Born Unicorn

I’m the first-born

Unicorn

Of a self-exalted nation

The first one down

And the last to drown

In a submerged subway station

The first to stand

The last demand

In a self-exalted nation

I write the word

You will have heard

Of my humble place and station

What I believe

You will receive

And keep for the duration

Because I’m the first-born

Unicorn

Of a self-exalted nation

Alive or dead

I’ll fill your head

With humble introspection

Early or late

You’ll know I’m great

I won’t pass without detection

I’m the first-born

Unicorn

Of a self-exalted nation

And when I’m old

I will have told

You about the conflagration

The burning fires

And funeral pyres

And chemical castration

I’ll be the last-born

Unicorn

Of a self-exalted nation

christopher w neal

© 2014 Chris Neal