Gouge Away

 

Almost Under Control 40 x 40 x 4 cm

 

ALTERNATE FACTS

 

Strolling under a jeweled sky was once

upon a time a small festival.

Not much else going down.

Nightingale solo. A few crows

bothering the corn. Drafty castle

in the far north of nowhere

in particular. Sheep in the distance.

The First Family on the ramparts

waiting for the Duke of Earl, replete

with slaughter, to return home.

Stoical duchess, blooming daughter,

pimpled heir apparent. In that cold tower,

full of life even though death pressed upon

them everywhere, pestilence, rusty nail,   

the chopping block. Just waking up

was a feast day. Today at work you were in

a meeting in which tiddlywinks and a burping

contest might have fit on the agenda.

Why not, what else, who cares?

Waking up to just another day.