Majestic is a word we’ve lost
buried deep in our democratic hearts
by our noble visions of equality.
It still emerges like a groundhog
shocked by the vastness of the Rockies,
or dwarfed by the unlit, shining sky.
But to have majesty embodied
is something long lost to us,
not that old fat men or chalky women
ever truly filled that word,
but they incarnated it more
than I have ever seen.