“Caleb,” she cried
Pacing up and down the hospital shuffling her feet from exhaustion
Sobbing, confused and regretful
“Caleb” “Caleb”
Caleb, the grandiose cannon fodder grew wings of flight
Snuck up to the snoozing sister to lift the keys off her
Toppled the walls that contained him
And y’all think he’s lost his mind?
He’s a secret agent in the underbelly of the crown
He’s the lord’s resistance army
The chosen. The divine.
How dare you keep him confined within the walls of a sickbay when he could wine & dine with the gods at the arena; Ambrosia
A gallant gladiator charging at hallowed beasts
Soaring, heaving and conquering
As he paced afar, leaving home in his wake
“Caleb!” Cried the sister, in search of a wandering lance corp donning a major’s tag somewhere in no-man’s-land
We are all born mad. Some remain so.”
– Samuel Beckett 🦉
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