contemplativeSouls Fly
Building shadows and the bathroom stalls
painted parlors with plush velour
survival is the driving will
disregarding righteous rules.
Those are held by the kings
though not by title or decree
instead by might they walk the earth
above the ones that service needs.
"it's only human" the chiefs proclaim
"my demons urge licentious wants
how was I to disregard
biology, the coarse hardwired?"
Now the servants lewdly bend
on their knees, giving grace
while a god the masters serve
looks away as flesh is rubbed.
Genuflection becomes the norm
power senior, pleasure serf
given from the bodies' shell
the souls fly to safer realms.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20170412.
