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The unflinching backdrop
Of such tumult--
How ungrateful and heartless must feel
Each pass of hand across
Your harp-stringed face,
When all you've known is percussion?
And you were not eased gently into this role
were you?
Lesson one took you from seasons and sparrows
To chainsaws and awls--
How traumatizing--talk about
Baptism by fire!
Which brings me to your backside there,
Which unlike my own, is slightly warped in--
Ouch!
That's a much deeper burn than I thought--
I can't even imagine how that would happen
In the first place--
Is it not standard protocol to chop first,
Boil second?
Regardless, I'm sure this whole business is less than settling
For you--I just hope it was an accident.
In any event, know my gratitude for the daily horrors you
Face will never be truncated.
Know also that although punished, you have done no
Wrong, but like so many others,
The Universe has selected you at random for
Arbitrary disfigurement
And suffering.My friend, you will know spells of darkness,
But like the pockmarked moon
And the swallowed Mexican Gulf--
Knock on wood--
You too will have your moment in the sun.