delineating

music hanging in the air

an ancient refrain keening

delineating

them from us

silks velvets furs

from the coarse cloth

down the hill

we were made of mud

hard broken bones

shit piss blood

bent backs fit for toil

& nothing else

theirs was the watching world

enjoying the spoils

make sure we worked

until our last breath

burdened with the curse

knowing we despised them

but wanting our love

worse

some of our weaker

brothers & sisters

did

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