Velvet crushed upon bodies in resistance.

My proud shoulders push against them.

Piled forth for respite.

Supporting our kin in stacks of height,

We listen as they weight.

Accepting now our ultimate fate.

Chit chatter audiences relish in rows

As heads nod and stretch for views unobstructed.

Anticipation in sweaty palms as they caress our legs wet.

We sit still in servitude,yet

A human need to watch as they speak and clap enslaved.

To be stored away for another eventful day.

Silence our harmony.

Darkness for company.





Copyrite 2017

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