Winning a Race on Broken Foot


When death and the devil accost in your dreams
a syndicate of demons will join hands and cantillate.
The unintelligible banter will splinter your bones,
will wither your dexterity; you will be left hapless,
at best, a paraplegic.
Be grateful for your proficiencies;
be acquiescent with life.

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