stefan badham

a present from no peasant

they gathered near the castle 

well not too near to interfere

they gathered

for a chance of a glimpse

at their masters

at their betters

they stood in the cold

waiting for a fragment

a tiny piece of approval

from their masters

from their betters

 

and then they arrived

their masters

their betters

and went silently past

with the faintest of nods

toward their inferiors

toward their subjects

their servants

who without question

know their place

who enjoy knowing their place

 

well here\'s something from me

your majesty

a shit and mud pie

right in your fucking eye