THE CITY OF BURDEN
AND OF THE BURDENED
HUMBLY THANK YOUR KEEPER.
With a deep breath
You swallow your rage
And meekly force a
“Thank you.”
“I wish we had something more to offer.”
She picks her words carefully,
“But everything has been planned and prepared with diligence,
It’s all a part of His plan and I dare not stray.”
Her voice breaks
She makes a pious gesture
There are flecks of blood across her hand
“You’ll excuse me.”
She hastily takes her leave
Unpacking the box
You prepare your humble repast:
Skewering the mutton
And patiently roasting it over the brazier’s heat
The warmth reassures your shivering hands
The sun has disappeared
And though you reckon it is spring
The nights are still bitterly cold
Things will improve soon