The king lounged on his palanquin
As a hundred slaves dragged the flamboyant platter across the desert
Each exhausted step kicked up the red sand
Sticking to their taught, glistening skin
The palanquin rocked back and forth like a giant peacock
And from it the Silver king surveyed the world about him
Eventually, the procession stopped, and the king stood
Step by step, he descended the silver stairway
And along the purple velvet carpet that rolled on the desert sands
With each rhythmic step, his feet sank deep into the velvet
And the king sipped coconut milk from a silver grail
The sun blazed above him like the ruby in his crown
The Silver King stood still
And the coconut milk lapped against the sides of his cup
And then the King threw the cup into the air
Delicious liquid went flying in a rainbow arc
And the silver grail fell from his hand and nestled in the red sand
And where the precious milk touched, little sprouts began to form
And worm their way up into the sunlight, growing stronger
Up and up and up
Until their stalks were as broad as a man, as ten men
And the sprouts became a forest
And within it all stood the Silver King with his arms raised
Laughing with joy
And so too laughed the slaves
Around them the jungle buzzed and hummed
And thick droplets of water formed
On the palm fronds and banana leaves
And fell in a heavy mist upon the grateful grateful slaves
And when night fell, they danced