Collar

His collar is steel, gilded
In red silk or whichever colour
Matches his clothes of the day.
Sometimes it’s the colour of
His skin, and only if you look
Closely enough can you see
The shadows move. His skin
Is covered with invisible devices
To stop him from leaving the
Captivity of his masters, to
Stop him from deserting the
Bonds of duty and obligation.
There is no escape but death,
So we waits for old age
To shrink his neck.

R 07/09/2023 14:34