FULL-BORE
ASSAULT ON NOW
Hold my arms : lift my head : this
may seem fatal : but I'm not dead.
Yet. And yet, I may well be. I see
something at that noose hanging
from the tree, and for all I know
that form is me. I'd always figured
this : once you're dead though, you
no longer see : Reality. Such a
changeable function for a brittle
equation, and what symbol is
made for that : I wonder? I'm
actually right here, outside the
old Custom's House by the
waterfront quay. Why am I
on the side of this old marble
building in the dark? Actually :
I was taking a pee : you've
certainly put an end to that.
-
I not such a challenging guy : And
just twenty minutes before this I'd
been up at the old Commons, at City
Hall Park, by the hanging tree. That was
young Nathan Hale going by in chains
on the prison wagon. They didn't hang
him here : instead they were going
somewhere farther up north, where the
lanes meet the water and the higher
ground. Rocks. Even though this is
the usual hanging spot. Then, even I
had to flee : those God-damn Redcoats
leave nothing to the imagination : and
they've burned our inn down twice now,
by Maiden Lane.
-
So, here's where you found me : I have
a knife in my boot, and this dagger :
but it's all I've got left, and if they
find me I'm cooked. Really bereft.
I hope this rebellion ends soon.
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