Trill tumbles down a waterfall, crashes
hoops, rivets, staves, joints, head, bilge and bung hole
emerges from the rocks needing crutches.
For thrill seekers like Trill the ecstasy
unleashes a tsunami of hormones
thrashing about inside his brain, fussy
unforgiving children watch their parents
riddled with fear after each escapade
escaping the clutches of ghoulish runts
Inhabiting the silence with license
sharp as a tomahawk thrown with no chance
under the circumstances to avoid
not standing perfectly still, the steel blade
whipping somersaults through the air, a vain
recalcitrant heel would join the circus
in a moment of pure indecision
though Trill took the keen axe seriously
trembling with excitement while the edge flew
entering the future as unwritten
nonsense, look forward to his fatal flaw
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