fare
lo sciocco e forsennato, fedele al dolore
I
am the property of the family d’Este
dusted
off from life to life
with
destiny and might, you see
they out
branch from their base
in the deep mountain
roots
with
pipers and papal vicars
and
with what tools the loot
with
what pockets reason and illiteracy
and
the sown seed spread dread
that
comes without faith
and
without bread
without
coin
or
laboring stone
or
body for amusement
or
purpose
to
a lord, a lady
or
the manor itself
one
grows slowly mad
finding
what is fun
for
one’s self
for
the fool
while
entertaining others
is
enduring pain and sorrow
finding
ways to borrow
time
in cycles and seasons
in
the haberdashery
with
pieces of his sanctity
sold
for warm beans
and
cold mead
and
a quiet place
to
bleed out
the
many coats
I wear
are disarming
while
resting a bit
before
the story
is
to be re-told
to
the next court feast
needing this fool and his scroll
while
they are spilling their wines
stabbing
at flesh to fill their tines
I am back here
practicing my lines
EJR
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