The long march

 The long march

Elizabeth, like soldiered livery,

adds her colour to our history.

Guarded by the stasis of Her passing,

she will not change

as we who remain will change.

She will not mark the miles

we are yet to travel

as she has set milestones

in Her wake.

In the dignity of death

Her shadow

fills our future;

Her coffin

shades our country,

in airborne progress,

to the capital.

Her spirit takes a different

lofty path

uncharted by obligation

and tradition,

unchained by the rules

and mechanics

of man.

She travels

a singular path

to the commonwealth

of the faithful.