On Earning a Tutu/Gravegull

I got my results today. I got a 2-2. It's not a fantastic result, but it's still quite good and is more than i deserve. Many of my friends got 2-1's but I'm nto jealous. they really worked for theirs and earned it. I am justly proud of them and pleasantly surprisded formsylf as well as comfortable that the universe hasn't given me too much more than I deserve. I don't feel guilty.
It's been an odd day, worth blogging about, but I;m shattered now, so here's the bare bones of a poem I was inspired to write today:

Gravegull

He dances
Like a clown,
Marching
Back and forth,

King and beggar,
Pacing his,
Court, his
Net, his
Patch. His

White, ghost
White feathers

Like blossoms,
Like prayers,
Like tears, as

They fall,
Past the names,

And land
In a heap,
In a wreath.