Master Song

MASTER SONG

By Chris Kelso

 

I beat you down

A million times

Your head hung over the railing

Your throat pressed hard against the bar

A velvet glove with a vice tight grip

A fistful of your shirt

An orchid of inferior fabric

Flowering over

Your squeals of dire life

Your knees will be scuffed

I’ll never release you by the scruff

Not even

Not even when you’re tired face is in deluge

Spilling out inverted tears of salt

Sieve strained into my dinner plate

Your back bared and saturated

Lashes running deep

The dust exposed beneath

Your body hanging from my string

Then you’ll hear your master sing

master

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