CW: Poem, Butler, Traditions of Murder
Butler
October 25, 2026
of course it was the butler
not just by tradition
but by recompense
for years of service writ
dignity and comportment
direct to polished silver
we don’t capitulate
to our love of him
never
who by woe and tide
did scour our shorelines
we say instead
place thy dagger
where you will
waiting seated
waiting sated
poisoned still
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