Penny Farthing Knights

Deep down in the darkest suburbs of annihilation
Are men who embody the title
Perched atop hell spawned Penny Farthing steeds they silently challenge your salt
Such are the mechanics of this living still life that doubt cannot be grasped
Where should be heard mocking utterances of guttural or palatal origins
Is only a palpable veil of respect, manifest in slumping shoulders and averted eyes
A sight comedic in all other venues is seen as though wrought from steel
Mighty sentries of this last vestige of existence are they
Pumping legs of inconsequential dimensions in singular purpose
As they figure eight in deadly beauty through perceptions long held
Left with no options but theirs, hold your ground, try as well your wits
Witness this backwards tournament with an unassuming eye
Lest you let slip misfortune's guffaw, to the utmost delight of an unbalanced knight
Unerring tips of unforgiving hate ache to pierce arrogant flesh
For even as they sit high in seeming unsteadiness on centenarian cycles
Confidence or stake in self are not wanting in this company
Nor do they crave praise or recognition's comfort
They are champions of the fallen and protect to the death difference's ideals
Hidden aspects that you hide even from yourself
They are the skeletons in your closet and the whiskey on your breath
So leave them to it and pass no judgement
for it falls on you.