This piece dates from a time when, to put it mildly, I was adrift on a stormy ocean.

Test Firing

I woke from a dream of Huntsmen

cracking with the sound of crashing trees

and found

old men

grinning

as they sledge-hammered

the walls of my room.

They said it was to certify

my apostacy

but when they left

the walls still stood,

dividing my loss

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