Jester or king?
I would be fool
ether way --
"Hierodule, assume
the position." Wrists
crossed over my head,
My chains are gold,
lustrous under
sodium lights.
The wet pavement
glitters in the night.
I am sold
For six pence,
my former owner
none the richer.
Caveat emptor:
I hold tooth
and claw
In clenched, blooded
fist. When I fall
I will not remember this.
My most frequent
prayers express
gratitude without sound.
But sometimes I beg
that all those lost
may yet be found.
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