Red-faced
one way and
another
I wait
and wait
and wait
The burn will blister
and ooze
soon enough
Unexpected
since I wasn’t the
one in the fire
But the gods
do get a laugh
out of their
distribution of
gifts
and
grievances
So I wait
maiden
to
crone
mother
to
dowager
virgin
to
harpy
Face
like acid
heart
like thunder
brain
a calvary
of untrained beasts
Who are they
charging against?
The battle field is
empty
war declared
then abandoned
long ago
So I rage
against the
bare balustrades
and the
destitute dales
of my
defeated mind
A horse
A horse
my kingdom
for an escape
from this hell
And I’d kill the beast
with my expectations
without every
laying a hand
Maybe instead
turn and
plan a path
alone