Tragedy loses lumbering limbs yet
still cackles joyous. Indignant,
he welcomes Pain; thrives off Hurt.
Tragedy – in pain – hobbles on stumps still stands tall
head and shoulder above ilk – Saul,
This is home – sorrow, numbing loss.
The blood flows spurting fast
thick the spit peeked from his side – obscene,
side-riven, He sat cross-stumped