Played hangman with myself.
Struggled to untangle
the word in the dream
before the noose over my neck slipped.
Ached to spell the word to break the spell
before I swung over the floor
into the dance without myself.
In the beginning was the dance.
After came the word
claiming the word
preceded the dance,
even as the dance seeded the word.
And I began to see the word seeded,
while through space I fell.
Then the rope the neck broke.
Willie Smith is deeply ashamed of being human. His work celebrates this horror. To see him further embarrass himself you are cordially invited to visit: WS Smith.