• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 09

Metamorphosis

From within the bubble and hum
of city gates he is transformed.
In service to the many dun lives
lived at dizzying heights, his pound 
of flesh is their day’s end reward. 
His name lost over the clink and chink
of cutlery on crockery. His wildness,
his memories of water and wood,
and mountains higher than any 
false palaces, made quiet as snowfall.

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