Had I known where it led
I would have chosen a different
path. Not that I had a choice
to have my arms secured
to opposite sides of my chest
by nails, or feet immobilized
to a wooden plank by another,
while my head was free to turn
to either side. My wife on one.
You on the other. My mother
kneeling in front, taking pictures
of all us singing happily around
the birthday cake. Someone said:
“There is your mother”
I suppose the spear is next.
DQ 11/9/07
