Caste
Is the pinging thought you hide dissolving you to despair
Of morbid wants of taxing needs of those who won’t bear
Any laden urges found rugged by silky hands that stare
In finger pointing gestures aghast to your nuisancing glare?
You’re minion in their hollows who polishes shoes to glisten
Their swiftly walking steps clanking forward but can’t listen
To humility of blackened hands that take coins in submissive frisson
With honor of the labor sweated for minds struck in lysin.
Basement kitchens steamed arise in dusk’s climbing dew
Wrap the grapes of sweat on brow belching not in few
Counts of day’s aches in backs stirring the hot brew
Of sheets unpressed amidst the meal bells ringing for the stew.
Incendiary sparks are thrown while you bow with trays in hand
Looking down you dismiss the pain from which you are banned
To express or dare show on face you thus withstand
While cutting another breath to your integrity’s demand.
Rise your eyes to wretched arrows and stare them down with unblinking stand
Decline to chain your soul to beasts’ puppeteering command
Assert your honor in lowly height to disparaging pits of spanned
Self hatred they mask in gold disguised in class anything but grande.
