Humpty Dumpty

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

Humpty Dumpty got up again,
Humpty Dumpty hobbled in pain.

Humpty Dumpty climbed back on the wall,
Humpty Dumpty had another fall.

Humpty Dumpty has no king's men,
Nor any to wish his wishes amen.

Humpty Dumpty is a you and a me,
We fall, we rise, till we break a knee.

Some break it soon, some hold on for a time,
And some who fall down never climb.

The Script

My short story appeared in Soundzine this month. (Click on the title of this post for page link.)

Play

Am I a handball
being tossed about?
Tossing about thus
in waves,
afraid of encountering
walls of mirage?

Am I the reckless
hand tossing
itself into the waves
hitting walls
of mirage
to shatter?

Am I your game
of tossing balls
and of waves and walls?
Whatever I am,
gather me safe at last
into your hands.

Fury's prisoner

"I am Wrath. I had neither father nor mother: I leapt out of a lion`s mouth when I was scarce half an hour old; and ever since I have run up and down the world with this case of rapiers, wounding myself when I had nobody to fight withal. I was born in hell; and look to it, for some of you shall be my father."

(Wrath, the third deadly sin, in Christopher Marlowe's Doctor Faustus)