They legislate that they have taken what you owe them. You lament that they have taken what you own.
O my river of swansdown. O my heart of gold.
II. HUNTERS AND GOVERNMENT
We like what he does. We like it so much we’ll send to the forest and have him trussed up, indentured, and hamstrung: the workmanlike guest of a wealthy host. Let him have an island which he must not leave; exercise his traditions, since he cannot leave.
III. ARTISANAL, ISOLATE
I am the guest you keep because you can use, have used, or cannot avoid them; yet your surprise when I lure your sons to their death is endless; when I silver their skulls and return them for you to drink from, when by smithcraft I prise out their eyes and reset them as bling for your sacrosanct, ignorant women.