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plague house
it’s easy to imagine the king
as a bellboy
shoeshine
hands and feet dogsbody
in a cheap hotel
in a provincial backwater
waiting foot of some shabby stairs
a vomit coloured carpet mainly worn away
dozy with all that nothing to do
the weight of history
as evenly distributed
therefore here as well
sometimes his head is off
or he’s ordering one
but who’s to push around?
a day like any other
at the beck
polish a turd if you will
there’s not a thought in his head
and that is the duty he performs
heading up a church
serving the people
carrying all the baggage
sulky sometimes
eager when required
waiting for a tip
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