Reluctantly the Tamer shows his act
and lets our Pilgrim practise what he does,
and soon there comes a point the Master comes
into the tent to see the progress made,
and so impress'd by talent that he sees,
devises something for the Spouse to do
t'improve upon the Tamer's one-man show,
and once the two of them have master'd this
he takes them to the circus tailor's tent
and hath them measur'd for their costumes' fits 10
with words of haste to have them done tonight.
And once this all is done and day hath pass'd,
our Pilgrim and the Spouse decide to nap,
and though he'd rather not be made a show
for fools to gawk upon, Pariah finds
no matter how he keeps his eyelid clos'd
his counterpart is unprepar'd to wake
when comes the time that they arrang'd for call.
So on he plays along and dresses up
in tights and jacket, tie around his neck 20
with feelings that he's lost control of life—
at least until he sees the Spouse fit with
a costume similar to th'one he wears,
and lost control now spreads toward his loins,
of which she takes a notice with a brow
that's rais'd and smirk, assuring later more.
They exit from their sleeping tent and walk
toward the one that holds the lion show,
her strut convincing him that she hath worn
this sort of garb before and mark'd herself 30
with makeup much the same as now she wears,
accentuating th'angles of her eyes
and contours of her face so delicate.
The only thing that now seems out of place
is th'roundness of her belly which he notes:
"Hast thou been eating much as thou shouldst take?
It's common for a starving person's gut
to swell as flesh retaliates against
the person who neglects thir hunger's pangs."
She furrows brow at this and gives th'remark 40
whilst stopping in her tracks to turn to him:
"If thou again shouldst wish to comment on
my gut, I'll have thee strung up by thy toes
and then we'll see th'effectiveness thou hold
in taming lions. Am I clear to thee?"
Without a wait for answer she proceeds
and leaves him for a moment standing there,
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As Ever Like the Sun & Moon at War
PoetryA troubled Pilgrim sets upon a road in search by sun and storm of paradise; a vain Pariah's banish'd from his home to render justice by the moonlit night: two individuals who share a flesh, each unalike in methods and beliefs, yet fated consequence...