her carnival

he didn’t even know her name

but she had clear and known demands;

he was to be an instrument

of tongue and body, limb and hands

 

within a sort of carnival

where power had been ceded —

he didn’t even know her name

but he knew what

she needed

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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