Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Chapter Two: disdain and attraction.

master set the table
using only his silverest spoon,
polished with the most caustic tarnish.
'tainted' he contemptuously uttered.
'your meals will be tainted tonite.'

scratched on master's conscious:

i keep you as subjects,
not as my servants.
i do not insult myself,
the laziness of assistance
the ineptitude of being cared for.
i spit only on my shoes
and on you below me.

and the problem stood:
what was the binding clause?
not impoverished, immigrated,
no saved life to requite.
what volition (the first clue)
owed our indenture?

when i am less worn.


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