stuck in mid-flight,
wickedly sheared,
dreaming of the
dactylozoid.
turned away,
fashioned to stop
on zero,
flamed out,
hacked at,
demobilized.
where is common
laughter?
simple joy?
where did they
go?
what a vanishing
trick,
that.
even the skies
snarl.
what rancor,
what
bitterness...
the cry of the
smothered
heart,
now
remembering
better
times
wild and
wondrous.
now the sad
grim
present
cleaves.