HANDMAIDEN OF
RANCOR LANDING
Down at the middle, where the paragraph
ends, they placed the picture of her in her
crown. Czarina something or other; staring
out like a sabre toothed tiger ready to pounce.
Sell her venom by the gallon and her poison
by the ounce. You can quote me on that.
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The small people, gathered like mites on a
head, seemed unwillingly to be anywhere
else - mainly because they had no choice
and couldn't be anyway. The donkey carts
they rode in on were smarter then they
were. All those mud-thatched do-little,
cadaverous hectares stretched out for
miles. The old czarina used her phrase
'desyatina' instead, meaning 2.5 acres;
and supposedly everyone was granted.
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They had to live on it for five years
before it was theirs - what a trade,
this blood-for-land scheming arrears.
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