Reborn

after Servant 

Almost sent away, the first morning train,

in a conjurer’s cloak, into biblical 

rain with vain reassurances feigned  

under duress.  Tenure, provisional,

neither family, guest even if thou blessed 

a plastic doll to breathe.  One cannot 

remember the debt who represses 

a death to be grieved.  Ignorant taught 

while thou wait on the stair while faith

recedes with fuzzy infant hair.  Pink flesh 

reverts to vinyl which was once blue gray.  

Thy servants will threaten, beg for redress

from the master this day — fealty sworn. 

Thou must teach submission to thy reborn.