We Clean Our Wounds…

We cleans our wounds in ignorance
Of what will be known later;
We must accept that time's a cruel
And heartless cultivator

Of what and who it claims, and when.
We struggle, but, in vain:
For if we're kings and queens, it's of
A transient

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Beleaguered Servant

Owen Servant is an online poet working in a style that's been described as "compulsive". In real life, he is an actuary, because being a poet wasn't unpopular enough.

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