The Dark One
Photographie de Doisneau
I am Cromwell the Dark, and I control
Aquitaine’s old camel and the lost shrew.
But my Memory is dead, my star-struck head
Brings King Gontran somber Melancholy.
By opening a barrel, the King saved me,
It was in Paris, Avenue d’Italie,
Plonk is what pleases my destroyed soul,
While the camel with the shrew does dally.
Am I Cochonfucius ? Am I quite drunk ?
My eyes are lost in the Queen’s dark green ones,
My head resounds with the howling of monsters.
I see the camel-shrew waiting for food,
And I can see the cook bringing a plate
Of fried fish here, and a cup of coffee.