Come, boy
Attend to your mistress
Throw open the chamber door
then seal it quietly behind again
Here, now
take this blade from my hand
and take care, boy
A twinge of fear at that parting
don’t let it touch the floor
and mind the blood
I’ll pretend to consider the sunset
through this window here
while you make it clean and sharp
for your mistress
again
On the stand, now
(a nod) over there
elevate the grip
make it ready for me
for the morning
then come
Come, boy
attend to your mistress
loosen these buckles
but don’t yet release me
stand at hand, boy, and hear
the number of names I don’t know
that I’ve slain
in the fields outside this house
this very day
No doubt they stink by now
worms and buzzards have to eat
but I’m not proud
feeding the fat earth
that gluttonous whore
She’s had enough to eat
First, these pterygyes
their flapping bothers me
now the belt…
is the door fast?
are you certain, boy?
mind your duties
Come, boy
attend to your mistress
take this weight from my shins
remove these boots
don’t mind the wool yet
only the gauntlets
you will oil all this well tonight
I’ll expect so tomorrow
Now the plate
carefully, quickly
there is a moment
when it blocks my sight
and I’m blind
never mind
Seal the window
light the lamp
and check the door again…
take the dagger from my belt
clean the blade, the clean weight
ready it for my hand
near the bed on the stand
now, then
Come, boy
attend to your mistress
Remove the cloth
show reverence, boy
and wash
while I trust
you won’t miss a spot
Is the door locked?
Where is the key?
oh mind you, boy, that key
Don’t tremble so now
only my enemies
should ever so tremble
there is nothing in you
that isn’t mine
doesn’t that comfort?
comb my hair now, boy
one hundred strokes, remember?
does it yet shine?
tomorrow we take Avalon
and I must present the proper vision
of hell at the gate
Come, boy
attend to your mistress
and never you mind
if I turn my face to your chest
and weep
for the only good thing
I have left to defend
[The most disturbing thing about this one? The Josey Wales homage here: " worms and buzzards have to eat". I have no idea why that's so important there but it is. My muse must be on crack or something.]

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April 26, 2008 at 12:44 am
Alley Cat
Weird. Damn, Mary. You’re twisted. I see the armor thing again too but I like what you did with it here. This sounds more like some of your older work, don’t you think so?
I’m weird enough to like this one. Even though it makes me worry about you!