Song and Dance

O I have been shriven, bound
and seated on the rump of a donkey
then made to dance in the square
amid a sea of waving palms—
I did my best, because the order
was to do so in the manner of all
acts of ransom, though the glare
dimmed all the faces in the crowd.

 

In response to Via Negativa: Fetish.

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