A Transfusion of Light into Words

King Alexander's alive?
asked the plastic mermaid in the room
everyone knows he's the last poet
a joyful child with sad eyes
an immortal spark in human flesh
a consoling touch of the earth
prostate at his feet lies the sun
my life on the slimmest thread
a world full of sky blue toys.

King Alexander is alive
I know his fingers and his voice
he traces invisible shapes
transfuses the light into words