Queen Elizabeth walks a snowy street

in S. Boniface; cheerful royalty.

She dedicates a cairn. For loyalty

she lays a wreath, the muted soldiers sleep.

Again, in the summer, she’s adrift

upon the Red ; she chokes on her hilarity

her dignity is seen by all, her charity!

The boatman jerks the cord, the Mayor’s miffed!

The royal boat is tethered. Her aplomb

intact, she steps ashore on solid ground.

In her, the royal with the human tightly wound,

two natures bound in one phenomenon.

So Christ, a single Being, two natures owns

God-ness haunts its receptacle of bones.