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.