by David P. Gontar (August 2016)
Storming over the steep crest we bounded,
a pack of slick, scorched faces
charging the crazed foe,
swirling about our heads stems of tall grasses
to hurl the muddy boluses against our enemies.
And as we tumbled in the bowels of battle,
we met a gash in earth,
deep and fathomless as hell.
A blink told all
who dared to leap across would be the victor.
They gaped at me.
I heard my mother’s bell, but louder rang my fate,
and heedless of extinction flung
my small bones in air.
Darkness swallowed me around
and cold winds swept below.
Now am I old, and withered to the boy I was.
A rebel blood turned royal jelly usurps my heart.
The doctors, weary of my plight, are going home.
There’ll be no pain.
But I must jump again.
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David P. Gontar’s latest book is Unreading Shakespeare. He is also the author of Hamlet Made Simple and Other Essays, New English Review Press, 2013.
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