Poem #2,809 | And I shall sleep like a Lord

And I shall sleep like a Lord
in a sweaty place where we
we are equals
[where we lie
equal in how we lie & where
things may n’t continue] –
&
continuing with too far to go
in nights
[sleep unexampled
alone] –
I shall dream in brig
spans with defrags to settle
from a day’s intolerable heft
by hours charged & art shift
to claim my short payments
back –
our sleep charges us