We saw ships floating on
wide water waves for days.
Gods, shining like mirrors.
But still I stood my ground
and pointed my spear.
High on ebe, I asked
the gods to grant me ferocity.
I flung the snot from my nose and face
and charged with the speed of a tiger.
My stick met his chest but shattered.
I fell on my back and stared up
at the sky and watched in horror
as the god's blade opened me
with ease, tracing a line from
throat to abdomen
and
shoulder to shoulder.
by Lee Edward Reynolds III