Heves the Meek

back and forth
they run for cereal
and pitchers of cold
water; blue blood babes
untouchced by the realities
of the world outside this silver chest.

back and forth
she runs to collect
and offer their needs
in the most humane way
spiced with warm hearted nods
true and pure as it could be; true and pure.

as the steam
rose from the bubbles
below, she pulled away, not
too fast; it erupted and left a scare -
she took it in - true and pure as it could possibly be.