Poem 137, Sonnet 72: Devoir Poem by Samer Madbak

There is no blood beneath this hollow hull
A lifeless life of missions to fulfill
I grit my grit beneath this restless mill
I don the pall of burden, dark and dull,
Amid this deathly din, no lively lull...
Grim duty douses beauty in a chill
I jug my joys and swill the bane of ill,
The thrill of charge and cull my bliss to null
The yoke of obligation quells my will
I suffocate, my lusty soul is tethered
My lustful body, continent and weathered,
I roll your wheels but my own hub is still
Divest my self to keep you fit and feathered
I am your prey, your game game, take the kill!


Beirut
May 8th 2014