aside the hill

aside the hill, along the way,
abandoned, and obscure in place,
two day’s construction (maybe) and
not rich in space or face

the hated ones, unvaunted ones,
who merit not the second glance,
the cobblestones upon the floor,
the watchers of the dance

the lesser than, the better than,
the gaze of pride, the flex of will,
the scornful moment blithely passing
those
aside
the hill

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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