The Servant

There's a park near me where

You see beings on two legs with plastic bags

Who wait patiently on smaller beings

With four legs and a tail before

Bending down to retrieve

A pile of waste extruded from the latter and

Put it in their pocket or

Carry it with some ceremony to a nearby


If a Martian landed

What would it make of the

Ritual and

If so inclined,

To whom would it address its opening remarks?


◄ Low Sugar

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