1897, 1962
Iron queen of uncreations
And of aborted birth,
Her pedestals new nations,
Her form benchmarks the Earth.
With all life disregarded,
And greed no more rewarded,
Her alias discarded,
She concedes Death his worth.
If life renews without her,
And Death finds there new need,
Death was too long about her
That she should now be freed.
Lace mantle ordered rightly,
The tiny crown set tightly,
Her double chins unsightly,
She counts the alien seed.
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