Equality The king is dead, long live the king So those heraldic angels sing. Here lies he, in princely state, Mortal man, to whom his fate, Death that leveler of us all, Cares not for goods, for wherewithal. No difference makes, for rank, or status. Keeps for each, this forced hiatus. What use now those jewels, that wealth? Lost is that youth, that life, that health. Our time is precious, borrowed must Be handed over. We to dust.