with a sense of deja vu––
The bending of time around
corners he hoped to forget,
The ultimate suffering of nonending.
There never was an ease with
the pack, he recalls,
The fangs of human intensity
were not reconsidered,
He stepped back from the edge
more times than
he could remember.
Uneasy truce between twin
warriorspeak embers--
Latent contrition,
Enshrinement in another's halls--
Huddled around PC campfires
observing all kinds of real neglect.