The Eunuch's Lament

I didn't need to learn the role.
A simple snip, and it was mine:
The eunuch; lucky me. They
Have me dressed in fancy clothes.
I tread the marble floors in here.
I make my way from room to room,
To spend some hours with the
Queen, and she, in her imagined
Glory, tells me all about herself,
A thousand tales that I have heard.
The princesses are likewise
All too eager to engage with me:
The loves they've lost, the lives
They'd lead, if only they could
Leave this palace. Even my
Own Cinderella, my one love,
Among the cinders, wants me
Only for my eunuch's selflessness.
She whines to me, and I die
In her presence as I die upon
The palace floor, a faithful pet,
No more than that, a pair of ears,
An empty slate. The fancy
Clothes amount to nothing.
He who's got them on his
Back is but a blank. They
Want it so, and I, so snipped,
Have grown unhappy. I
Dislike this role.






Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-04-29 at 03:01

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