#old drunks

[hathaway-hayes]

The Petrification (and other seized limbs)

Petrification began and just below My left knee;

     Perhaps it was all tethered      In that recluse thought –      That he’d once been      The boy      Sitting on this very      Stool      Ordering drink, howl, and      “Valor,”      An inauguration unto the      Future      That’d seemed near and      Steadily gripped.      But somewhere along the line,      He slipped.

It was then that my leg would have to break, And if it didn’t, I would.

     - L.C.