Set the Night Singing #2.37
Entitlement is rarely felt,
by they, high-quartered, on the deck.
It seeps behind, a shade, a fume,
a silent fur aloft the neck.
When, in decor, the high ones pass
one bound by lack upon the road,
entitlement - a monocle -
serves as a lens to ease the load.
Cast off the binding, blinding cloak,
before, entitled, you erase,
your off-cast eyes so loathe to see
a jewel, a sun - a brother's face.