The Servants

                  Oh, you brute!
                  You ticklish tyrant!

We are imperfect
people who drop things.

                  (One man is writing death
                  notes by the lift
                  of the morning light:

                              There's the one where the guy guts himself.
                              There's the one where he's drowning.
                              Right now, someone has taken cyanide.
                              Lovers in hoods find the bodies.)

We are telling you the truth: The difference
between slavery and service is the lesson.

If you don't know this, there will be trouble.

           (Oh, there is no hurry.)

We are only listening.
We don't need the answers.