The Blindfold is Passed On

He strolled across marble porticoes
Lingered on sweeping terraces
Below rested
Everything a man or woman could wish for
Great halls quivering with sumptuous meats
And the bounty from a grey urban space

They had won the drawing of straws
These lucky people who at the moment
Had other plans

Swords created deadly X’s
Bows strained to make music
Heads butted together

A lord was spared
He could work in the kitchens
Pay off his debt
There was resentment there, though
A lordly petulance


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