[I’m useless, worthless as a circus
so how I turned out to deserve this
curse to serve her as a service.
Sitting silent, stunned and nervous
versus sparkling epidermis,
eyes with Corvus on their surface
and a purpose set in furnace.
Simple softness summoned sternness
to search a smirch behind the curtains -
soul emerges merged with urges,
stuck in past with present burdens,
to stalk in shadows predetermined.]
(Fervent shame and sweaty swerving
unseal certain secrets, lurking
to be seen on scene, thus serving
the strip of an interior burning.)
unseal certain secrets, lurking
to be seen on scene, thus serving
the strip of an interior burning.)
II
[I still pursue to sum the Second -
a stretching shape - as I got beckoned -
taking lessons ‘bout the lessened,
learning how the moves were reckoned.
With pleasant weapon I was threatened,
by wrecking tenant‘s warming record
as healing bullets triggered effort
and feeling that the killing errored.
Later, back to leper levered,
embarked a check-up, round and checkered,
and the claptrap: “Gun’s a shepherd”
was as peccant as I deadened.]
III
[The smile was the scythe, destroying,
the closure was the act, employing.
A cloying toying seemed annoying,
but am I going home enjoying?
I volunteered for this mission,
I smeared cleared recognition
for worker bee is my position -
submission for the queen’s ambition.
Fetching honey’s like nutrition
type magician or musician,
but even limited logician
would label worthy such rendition.]
