• Tricia D. Wagner

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.

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