Incarceration

In the two up, two down with a tin tub to
bathe in, a cellar to put coal in,
a kitchen and pantry
can’t you
be happy?

If his Lordship willed it we’d all live in pigshit,
that’s Nobility for you

but
I work in the grounds of the great hall as a groom
for
sixpence a week and a small garrett room
and don’t feel hard done by,

still a prison though.

I’ll die in service but will need to give
a week’s notice
such a shame you can’t put a
poultice
on death.

© 2016, John Smallshaw.