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POETRY
The Slow Fall
when I stepped onto the battlefield, I thought
I was the giant
new to warfare, armed with the weightiest stone
mined from the nature of my birthright
the army had been encamped deceptively long
(little did I know)
and the foe was impenetrable in armor
forged from the hammered remains
of corrupted scruples
still, I saw that gleaming forehead
exposed
even as the advance proved
the arrival of a more formidable colossus
I aimed, I launched
Goliath took the blow
grabbed the tether attached
to my stone, pulled it tight
so I clung and scrambled
attempting volleys
my voice drowned in a cacophony
of bellows from above
until at last I let go
fell to earth
the dust received me
as one of its own
and I retreated
