The Servant

I have served my duty
throughout my life
I’ve kept arms warm
in the snow
Through many storms
they stayed dry

I have been cut
and torn
to bare the unseen
when the sun came out
and sometimes then
I get used to clean

I continue to wrap up
the extensions of my owner
containing them
no matter their size

At some point I’m thrown away
and I crawl through
the mounds of trash
that continue to build up

There in the depths
is where I change my career
along with the others
who have been retired
Instead of covering arms
we now cover spines

Covering up the naked backbones
filled with words
my duty remains the same
but the owner differs
I am more appreciated
yet less seen

I continue to wrap up
the extensions of my owner
containing them
no matter their size

That is where I lie
with my retired friends
in the chasm of a library
serving my owner
till the day I die

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