caryatid

 

good let us have the ignoble

bless the avenue grandly

here come the maidens or nearly

blowing trumpets of a sort

and O the emperor himself I recognize him by the wreath around his brows

talking on a cellphone

O the grand procession

great Imperium

an announcement is made owing to unforeseen circumstances

not an Imperium but an Emporium

somewhere the course of Empore

declares the Emporer