. Sonnet I Our arms are leaves stretched out; our thoughts can bloom The grandest only when we crowd out those Who have been planted in a place of doom— Perhaps for something only Heaven knows. While growing up and finding our own way In life, each cannot help but cast a mark Of dread beneath a form that robs the day From those we leave forgotten, low and dark. But you and I, together we’ve grown up; Our shadows constant trouble for each other That's made us stronger when they would disrupt The lazy impulse that can slowly smother. Our twining stems have made our shades our good And show the Planter truly understood. . . Sonnet II inspired by the American monarchy movement I love the king—a human figure tied From coast to coast while giant turning gears Compel him with their force to choose the side That to the soundest principles adheres. His fortunes are the nation’s—he must act To keep the land both strong and well preserved, For it will be inherited, in fact; His son will strive to make it well deserved. They must directly through their bodies try Reflecting in themselves God’s holy image. Oh sure, they’ll sink but also they’ll rise high And save us from the idiocrats who pillage From our pockets for the latest trend— True greatness isn’t what vagabonds intend. . . Sonnet III Your body I behold; I feel, I yearn To hold it close until I know its warmth Which from afar already I discern Is maddening perfection that is worth Whatever it will take to be with you, To make us one in tantalizing joy, In harmony that whispers sweet and true. I must try any trick or subtle ploy... And now I have you. All I want is mine Beneath your clothes and further, deeper still. We are together and you’re... mostly fine: You have a rash, your neck and joints feel ill. The sicker that you feel the more I grow; But don’t you love me—the tick you found below? . . Evan Mantyk teaches literature and history in New York and is Editor of the Society of Classical Poets.