What use is any of it to me? A beanie and a hoodie hanging in my closet. The only means, it seems, they serve to stick around is to rust and collect dust to lose their sheen and good meanings while I watch them decay.
That’s what I’m choosing To call The thing on a string Pried out of a beast maw, Carved into, And given to me. That’s what I call The tooth taken from The land of ‘alala Meant to be gifted During the holidays By the violinist who Bartered for it in Hawaii. And I stare atContinue reading “Fang of May”
Memento After the beast was slain I dropped my lance and shield And as it lay writhing I stood upon its chest afield, Gripped one of its great tusks And wrenched free a tooth from its maw, Holding it from behind gauntlets. A jagged blade of bone and dread, A trophy ripped free in victoryContinue reading “Memento”