The
Butler of the House of Death
The
scene is open.
With
no transition. Gloomy
figure,
with dark
smoking.
A true
cliché
of B movies.
Gothic
shadow in speech.
He
acted in the shades
of
the palace backstages.
He
opened morphetic wings
over
the platforms.
He
betrayed with no shame
with
no cheesy mercy.
With
astuteness & discretion
he
dominated & divided
he
plotted & subtracted.
He
arose to the throne
He
dressed the royal sash
he
exhibited the medals.
He
stuttered asthmatic
sinister
voiceless
he
asked a pastille.
He
grumbled vocables
and
listed the
draconian
measures of
order
& progress
for
the national
Pacification
of social
Peace
where some rules
and
other ones obey.
He
gathered a troupe
of
methuselahs foxies
of
vile politics
(the
owners of the power!)
dressed
as ravens
to
sign the posts at
the
Mansion of the decrees
the
funest House
of
the high power
where
the banished people
is
illegal excluded
while
their old
Excellencies
nod
for
the photos where
their
shadows vanish off.
18/19mai16
[may
12th 2016 : begins the reign of Terror...]
by
LdeM
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