Photograph by Paul Hsu
In the Nick of Time
with the tour guide
by my side
I bear witness
to these shades
imprisoned
in the rust
of cell life
a death sentence
in one or two
dimensions
whose souls move
live and breathe
disconnected
from the body
recovered but
dismembered
in self-torture
and beheaded
by the jovial
and mischievous
mystery man
the Green Knight
who keeps his axe
to the grindstone
as Sir Gawain
sweats for dear life
and I am left
to circumscribe
the many meanings
of a few green men
whose necks are nothing
if not bloody
magical stumps
unremarkable
with the changing
of the seasons
by Paul Hsu 8-28-15
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