• Vol. 02
  • Chapter 05
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A Singular Transformation

Today I woke,
My ass’s head
Displayed.

Tomorrow, too
As well I know,
It’s heavy weight in place.

I thought to fly,
Transformed – instead,
I bray – Hee Haw! Hee Haw!

Words lost beneath
A soul’s façade,
What is where once I was.

A string of
Senseless syllables
Break on tombstone teeth.

Full vexed,
I trot on gangly legs,
Tail swinging side to side.

Run though I will,
I cannot leave
My fur clad skinny form.

Around my self,
It holds me still,
Bound by its bony cage.

Transfixed, I see
On four long limbs,
Thoughtless ends repeated.

A species grown,
Expectation’s work;
Created, captive changelings.

Consumed; costumed,
Word wielders’ worlds
Cluster still in number

So hybrids hope
Someday to hear
Magic call their restoration.

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