The Servant's Ace
Joe Pug
There's a bird, fair and gold, whom my owners do hold.
She refuses to make them a sound.
How it pains them to think that for me she does sing
While I carry their riches around
I might work in their fields, bear them their meals
I might carry the letters they send.
There's a treasure, I know, buried deeply below
That will shatter the shovels of men
There are children of theirs in the bedroom upstairs.
I taught them their letters and words.
They refuse to be heirs and inherit their share
Of a fortune that they never earned
I might sleep in their fold, do as I'm told.
I might shepherd the young that they tend.
There's a silence I leave in the spaces between
That will shadow the lessons of them
I might meet on the shores they defend
Handle the money they lend
I might shackle the hands they condemn
There's a treasure, I know, buried deeply below
That will shatter the shovels of men
There's a bird, fair and gold
Whom my owners do hold
She refuses to make them a sound
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