Test Firing

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

from my redemption.

 

Chris Hubbard

Perth, 1995

 

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