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[after Wallace Stevens' poem, "A Weak Mind In The Mountains"]

Strange things are happening . . . tonight!

Strange shapes glow in the torches' light.

Strange visions promise ghastly fright.

Strange sounds tell my warped soul, "Take flight!"

Srange things are happening . . . tonight!,

as if some force is poised to smite

the very land with dearth and blight,

to suffer in a morbid plight.

Strange things are happening . . . tonight.

My comarades think I am not bright,

this late.  They say my fears are trite,

and my expressed objections slight.

Strange things are happening . . . tonight.

A huge, demonic bird, in sight

on the temple's tower's height,

had caught a victim, in its beak held tight.

Strange things are happening . . . tonight.

A local execution site

was readied with an eager spite

to serve a plot that is not right.

Strange things are happening . . . tonight.

All of my bones now ache for flight,

to rid myself of this dire plight.

What strength I have left is too slight

as if I have been shackled, tight,

unable, even, to twitch left or right.

Strange . . . things . . . are happening . . . tonight . . . .

Starward

[jlc]