Killing the Toxic Prince

Small red spheres
from a hole or ten
in his 'Majesty's' arms
and feet.
Concave like his red cells
or the skateboard he once owned.

Pupils dilate.
Flatline. Electric rug.
Hit him with a copkiller
and his metabolism will start bouncing
like a mitre delta.

You're the Toxic Prince
and you still preside over us
after death like some ghoulish regal deity.

Turn off the machines.
The future King is dead.
The palace will be delighted.