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- Speeding along where the shadows fly,
- an amulet clutched in the pocket of his Arcteryx,
- Dagger stopped before the edge of the glen
- to quietly observe the gnome atop the berm.
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- 'Mayhap he knows of my brother who went MIA,' thought Dagger,
- only to be spotted by the gnome with a malevolent smile.
- "Listen, mick," it began, "the apocryphal is real.
- "Everything said in the name of juche is true.
- "By the word of elohim be damned this world,
- "where none but the chosen may find xanadu.
- "Surely you be too ignorant to have read
- "of the influence on the mainland of the junkers,
- of Germany? The godlessness of power---"
- it sputtered on vituperatively.
- As a Gloucerstershireman,
- Dagger felt a germ of assent
- just before noticing the gnome was decked in garbage.
- Surely this wasn't the famed rejuvenator?
- Meanwhile the gnome crouched lower over its jenkem.
- "Gah!
- "*zooms like a MiG*
- "I'm the live soulja!
- Dagger, to expurgate the scene, shaded his eyes and sighed.
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- Given the point he was at in his journey, Dagger was dangerously fazed.
- Wouldn't it be simpler to regard the gnome as so much fugazi?
- Dagger thought of his town's stolid glazier.
- Mysticism is glam, he'd have dismissed.
- The world is like an aged cheese, stinky but good.
- 'Yes,' Dagger thought, 'this guy is fucked.'
- The gnome hurriedly wiped the shit from its face.
- "Listen, cracka," it began,
- an exuberant grin on its cracked, tiny face.
- "God is a rearward movement,
- "a contraction that preserves forevermore."
- In a flash Dagger saw this was Biggavelli's cousin,
- speaking truths clearer than any glass his glazier'd ever blown.
- "Do you---a grunt, gone miss--" Dagger stuttered,
- only to be drowned out-- "The commandment:
- "Heavy lieth the responsibility on the chosen few."
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- Suddenly Dagger's thoughts turned to his dearest Divya,
- of one autumn evening they'd piked to the valley to root out truffles.
- One in particular seemed fed of the roots of Yggdrasil,
- near the stream where Effexors flowed like fish eggs.
- "FTW!" he had exclaimed,
- as ineffective an endearment as he'd ever uttered.
- The bittersweetness of memory against his months of isolation left Dagger addled.
- His thoughts turned to last week's battle in the abandoned FIFA stadium.
- In the driving rain the crowd appeared granulated,
- and Lil Durk some kind of possessed water sprite.
- His Chiefz rooted and hooted heartily,
- come down from the oil rigs and unfinished condominiums
- ---if not jail---
- to cheer until the foreign ref declared, "Excessif!"
- As a Druze Dagger had no saints to pray to.
- He was on his own, the poor deckman.
- In his memory the fight is pale as a facsimile,
- yet still as clear as the blue of the sky after the storm passed.
- Dagger won, of course, as firmly as he used to pull the oars.
- The game was over,
- having broken as bitterly as a fever.
- As a reward Dagger was granted some soil from Eden.
- Straightening up from his reverie, Dagger thought, 'Glazier be damned---'
- "Gnome, do you know the location of the Gucci sword?"
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- "Let me tell you an anecdote from the death of Pan," it began.
- 'Jeepers,' thought Dagger, 'this guy's a pagan.'
- "The sky was mournful but mellow that day.
- "Pan awoke unusually early to set himself at his musical ekphrastic.
- "God himself was the enemy, revealed to stamp out
- "the inebriate who'd fostered so many bastards.
- "Ambulatory and energetic, Pan was in a devilishly good mood.
- "His face was fresh as spring leaves,
- "unknowing of the haxors who lurked in the brambles.
- "Convinced of solitude, Pan chiefed a bit of reefer.
- "Out the assassins sprang and then began the gunbattle.
- "Pan flitted around the bullets like a gnat,
- "exuberant in the face of death, as was his mode.
- "With poise, to jeer, Pan slowly the smoke exhaled;
- "though no gladiator, he comported himself well.
- "Finally, as the bullets pierced him, with a sudden frown, he jizzes---
- "leaving a sticky film on his assassins.
- "All this should be familiar to you from the state exam,
- "and is preserved in your glazier's finest glass."
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- Dagger cast down his eyes and noticed a flyer advertising a regatta.
- It was three and he still hadn't ate.
- 'Perhaps I should ask the doge instead,' he thought wearily.
- 'Surely it's gathering dust in some courtier's attic.'
- Overhead a pink mesh cloud drifted by, leaving the ground dappled.
- "Shuffle a few feet to the left," said the gnome. "I have glaucoma."
- Dagger shivered, fatigued, or---was that the passing of a ghost?
- "No," interjected the gnome, "that was Zephyrus."
- "You can---" "Yes, I read minds, and yours is pretty janky.
- "Now give me a ducat and I'll explain why I told you that story."
- Dagger obliged. "Since you were born by caesarean,
- "you're too weak-kneed to hear this as a fatwa.
- "So here's the cheapened remix.
- "Reason's imperium has no watchguards,
- "exhibitive of a general softening since the death of Pan.
- "Now before you start yessin' me on this,
- "let me remind you of your days on the gunboat.
- "Don't misconceive my intentions as charitable, I know you hardly know.
- "Though without hope still you rowed, yes, and hard?
- "So it goes with those randy, handy goats.
- "It was in dutiful despair that Pan let off that final glop.
- "He---*farts*---oops, I'm gassy---he---"
- but the gnome broke down in a fit and giggled.
- "Listen, this is no gem
- "---or if it is, it's a synthetic one.
- "Feel gipped?
- "The point is, only Christ can save you.
- "In the new world empire of love,
- "The feud with nature is ended; God has won."
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- Now I admit all this has gotten a bit heady.
- Perhaps rather than nodding off the burghers in here might simply leave.
- Though I be in my civvies,
- let it be known I know a thing or two about the military's Hegel,
- as the wunderkind of my village invited all this way to speak.
- Let it be known too the indeterminacy of this performance is intended,
- in keeping with the development of this auspicious ship.
- Allow us now a pause to ask elohim how best to continue---
- ignoring the rude guffaw from quarters unfit to mention.
- Though I be stuffed to the gills with the court's lamb and kale and honey,
- I shall continue. Behind the guardrail appeared a zaftig babe,
- her curves egregious.
- She was, in a word, chewy.
- Dagger knew his fiduciary sponsor would not approve,
- and that such types tended to be bibulous.
- The gnome, meanwhile, was aghast.
- Always the cajoler, he readied a screed against love.
- But I see this turn has failed to awaken the clerk.
- Allow me a minute to contemplate the banners' glyph for inspiration.
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- May we aspire to its freedom from grammar.
- Now as the lights once again begin dimming,
- I duly return to my tale.
- Like Xerxes before the tomb at Naqsh-e Rustam,
- in this babe Dagger beheld the zeitgeist manifest.
- 'If only I could crack her like a geode,' he thought,
- 'with a single swing of my club, and see her crystal interior.
- 'Cuz everybody know I got that good dicc, mmm yea.'
- "She's a doper!" the gnome burst out,
- stepping forwards between the two.
- "Beware of treading in a foxwarren.
- "Think of your grandfather, stranger.
- "Chastity is the glue that holds the hero together;
- "woman without child is a welt upon the world.
- "Once dissolute no amount of epoxy can put the hero together again."
- Now as you can see this be no eklogue,
- though that might go over better with your ganja.
- Back in our tale, the gnome rose on his toes and bellowed:
- "I WARN YOU, TRAVELLER, THE LIGHTEST TOUCH IS FATAL."
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- And the thousand gods clapped, and clapped, and clapped, and clapped, and clapped.
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- I see that section was a bit more GABAnergic;
- I'll try now to avoid too many Edwardian notes,
- like the babe's pink-and-gold epaulettes
- (this, after all, ain't the GRE).
- With half a heart, Dagger gamboled in a figure-eight around the two,
- as the babe began to suggestively churn butter.
- Famous as a withdrawn, ironized flaneur
- back in his native Gloucerstershire,
- Dagger found himself weighing his temptations,
- drawing up every repressed gene in his body.
- "Help!" cried the gnome, "we are about to lose the hero!
- "Someone frag him!" Little did it know,
- Dagger intended to anneal his desire into fortitude.
- "Glug-a-glug-glug, rub-a-tug-tug," he crooned,
- "Lizzy gets me dizzy in a tizzy til I fizzy-fug-fug!"
- Vibrating with sexual energy, Dagger spun about
- to catch the chick and the gnome's reax.
- Each befitting each, the babe turned purple and curtsied,
- while the gnome got as chilly and barefaced as the crags.
- And then, as if called by some heroic ESP,
- there appeared the heavenly extension.
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- From a jagged crack in the stony ground
- arose a silver, lengthy gecko
- and it began to speak: "Take action warily, my lord, lest
- "you become just another goatfucker made ridiculous by the death of Pan.
- "Have you no education? or in fact too much?
- "Lust is as natural as a spotted dalmatian,
- "as fremd a species as there ever was."
- At this the gecko became quite animated,
- and attempted by way of demonstration to fuck a rosy stone.
- Like the famed, damned coffee plantations of Ceylon,
- or the insurance industry of Des Moines,
- the gecko was a spent nation without an EMF.
- And thereupon from the mists appeared the healer.
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- Yet another intervention did Dagger no favors;
- against the ergonomics of the hero's journey, things had become quite cramped.
- As nonplussed as a katydid with snapped wing,
- or greenthumb ESL student,
- or axegrinder with broken stone,
- Dagger was taken aback as the healer intoned: "Smoke this DMT, child."
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- In a strange way, this struck Dagger as quite germane.
- "Just don't doxx me while I'm vulnerable," he said,
- as he leaned in to take a puff. Thereupon appeared Gwern,
- flanked by two white doves representing elohim.
- Drilling down into the vision as in a game of Digdug,
- driving on as when he was a cockswain,
- Dagger reached for the carafe of plasma that manifested before him,
- that... that... my, I've forgotten this line. In any case,
- soon stumbling everywhere, punchdrunk and giggly,
- staring at the bit of green gunk on his fingers.
- 'This smells of coriander,' he thought,
- reminding him of the festivities around his sister's marriage banns.
- Then Ganesha whooshed in upon a mouse,
- bathed in the pink light of a thousand dawns.
- "Are you... the evangelion?" asked Dagger.
- "What you axt me?" said Ganesha, at which our hero fainted.
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- When he awoke (still intoxicated) he was on Mt. Olympus at the foot of Zeus.
- Hera boomed over him, "Can I get you some fixins, chile?"
- Framed against the clouds on a distant mountaintop Dagger discerned a ziggurat.
- 'idgi,' he thought, 'I don't speak Greek? and neither is that?'
- At this Hera stooped over him and encompassed him in her vagina,
- which was lined with currency from every land.
- Suffocating, with no means of communication,
- Dagger saw no means forward from this junction.
- Still, he had to admit, it was pretty grand.
- Soon he caved and came, at which, through the walls,
- he heard Hera jeer, "Son, that's bupkis.
- "You sex like an American." Spat back out,
- Dagger could feel hardly less well-established.
- Startled, he reached for the Holga he found around his neck.
- "These aren't the Alps, kid," said Zeus.
- "Bless your tiny heart, we're sending you home,
- "since you've proven to be nothing but a gawker."
- And then, without so much as a greeting,
- Dagger was gript by the god and flung off the mountain.
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- From the legislative capital of the universe,
- Dagger's vision focalized on the strangers truly before him.
- Exhausted and struggling to stand,
- Dagger watched the gnome stomp around vainly at a scurrying dungbeetle,
- as the buxom babe stood idly checking her cuticles.
- Our vaunted hero racked his brain for some exit,
- as the sweat on his brow glistens like a sword.
- "Igitur ridemus," said the gnome, shoving his hands in his vest-pockets.
- Might so little depend on our hero that
- we can pass over what happens in the next few?
- Or does it all end with the tempting dimepiece
- presently swilling Bavarian lager from a growler?
- As the bard I'm not permitted indifferance
- but instead a constant deepening that draws toward.
- Like a heeb running to his rabbi with every question,
- Dagger thought of his town's wizened furrier,
- his beard tucked neatly into his gator.
- There is no term for the respect he had for that man.
- Formerly a trapper, he was known throughout the land
- for chugging his beer without a single glug.
- Faithful to every line of the Decalogue,
- he never failed to skewer the town's dipshits,
- was even fluent in Dvorak,
- and had rowed alone to Gloucestershire from the Caymans.
- Hard to believe he's not a meme, innit?
- 'Guh,' thought Dagger. 'Furrier, what now?'
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- Drifting off in thought, Dagger remembered his town's atelier,
- and the baal teshuva ballet he'd attended,
- then his glazier's most pious glass.
- With a grunt he slapped his face and straightened up.
- All this had been but an enjambment on his journey.
- "Fuck your flim-flam, gnome," spat Dagger,
- saying a millisecond prayer to the ghost of his father,
- the vicar of his whole ancestral line.
- Groping for an exit, Dagger's thoughts
- turned towards the Greeks
- and the heroically abstract flavor of their philosophy.
- Though still gimpy
- from his dose
- Dagger donned his fez
- turned towards the burpy chick
- and simply uttered: "Enough." Picking up his walking stick,
- Dagger eyed the valley's gradient of clays,
- thinking of the enema that awaited him in town.
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- The colors of the valley reminded Dagger of the many dozen dyes
- on the yarmulke of his town's sole Jew, Rupert.
- Then from the distance came a thunderous bang.
- This didn't gel with Dagger, no, not one bit.
- What followed sounded like the distinctive clanging of an elfin eulogy,
- thought according to dogma to drive the deceased to paradise with irritation.
- Picking his way over the archaeological excavation site between them,
- Dagger felt like a white Joshua in Canaan,
- happy he'd never signed a Hippocratic oath.
- Soon he came upon the band fifing up the hill,
- studiously avoiding, he noticed, the major fifth.
- The preacher appeared to be a megalomaniac, true to type,
- and, judging from his sallow complexion, a gamer to boot.
- Dagger wedged himself into a crook to spy,
- and cautiously eased himself through it to the nearest point.
- Amidst this peculiarity Dagger felt like Lot in Gomorrah.
- Swiftly he reached for the elixir of invisibility in his hip-satchel,
- brewed from a mix of alpine and riverine herbs.
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- As swiftly and majestically as a griffin,
- Dagger flew out of the elves' reach,
- wishing he could've stopped to flex on 'em.
- After seventy-seven nights he became a guest
- in that famed city of the mind, capital of the district,
- 'WTC NYE Party
- 'With A Well-Hung ENTJ'.
- At the gates he was side-eyed by a party of dowagers,
- which prompted the stationed fusilier
- to lead his examination with this venomous query:
- "Ey cumwad, what business have you here?
- "Come to treat some raging gonorrhea?
- "Or did you simply get misdirected by your GPS?"
- With a smirk he looked up Dagger's identification number in the ledger,
- [this line has been torn out from the book]
- adding, "Drive onwards, stranger, and tell all I paid you my respects."
- With nary a gripe back
- towards this CYA motherfucker,
- Dagger sprang over the dewy lawns by the causeway,
- lit by bundles of furze on poles,
- then, as he left the periphery, gaslight.
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- I'll edit this next section in light of the very aged among us.
- Withdrawing a handful of edamame from his satchel,
- Dagger stopped to look at an extremely ugly, hirsute
- man vigorously playing the panflute.
- "The name of this next song is 'Codified Desire',"
- he said, before striking a gong.
- Behind him the billboard advertised a datamining firm.
- It occurred to Dagger this might be the last Wampanoag,
- dolorously dolo as he leaned into the solo.
- Moving on, Dagger next passed a grain silo,
- where he pissed, to great relief.
- His mind was as ever on the Gucci sword.
- This sector of the city seemed evacuated.
- On the silo a team of schoolchildren had duplicated a Vermeer.
- Soon he was underground, tightroping a DSL cable,
- feeling gregarious,
- with no way to exercise his urges.
- Amidst the half-shadows, Dagger felt like he was in the cutscene of an FPS.
- Though the tunnel seemed endless,
- he soon burst through to the surface in a cloud of dust.
- 'Excellent,' he thought, before noticing the man splayed before him,
- his eyes glinting readily with an offer.
- "Got a free orgasm for you if you want it,"
- he said, winking through heavy eyeliner.
- His face was doughy and red (not from rouge),
- and he struck Dagger like a legate fallen on hard times.
- Altogether the scene was quite dark.
- Dagger immediately geeked, turned, and fled,
- shouting, "Win one for the gipper!"
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- His pace was heated and he made it far,
- stopping eventually before a painted statue of Aslan,
- rearing up to reveal his capacious chest.
- In his mouth was lit a single small flame.
- Feeling mischievous, Dagger fished it out
- to find its fuel was a plastic bottle of grain alcohol.
- In the gaming spirit, Dagger put it back and set out to bet
- the nearest stranger on what burned. "Ey Ghibelline,"
- he said to a pamphleteer, "Quit yer dawa and come 'ere
- "(cockmuncher)" he added with his tongue out. "Bet you everything I got
- in the pockets of this here Arcteryx that burns likker."
- Defiant, the man agreed, leaping (he was short) up to Aslan's mouth
- to retrieve the flame. After a few burns, he pulled it out with a gasp.
- Defenseless at first, he soon gathered his wits. "Listen bub,
- "I'm a filmmaker, which means I could ruin you in a heartbeat."
- Neither noticed that in Aslan's olfactory orifices were hidden cameras.
- "I'll dub him 'The Ranging Stranger'," said an agent observing.
- "His behavior is exhibitive of a joyous but painful need...
- "Like Cuchulain he drives onward, through glory, to its darksome wake..."
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- Not long after the two were scrabbling on the cement
- until a passing cop exclaimed, "Great! a crime!"
- By nature a critic, he offered a few pointers on grapple holds before
- the arrest. "You've gotta be like a conjunction..." Then a quick spin
- in his cruiser and they arrived at the glittering correctional dome.
- The mutant pity-hire receptionist took down their info with her flippers
- for what felt like forever as the arresting officer applied the fetters.
- "Your bail is one gigabyte," he said.
- Dagger tried to mask the blow.
- They would be relegated to the computer room...
- All the monitors were oxidized red;
- indeed, the place hadn't been cleaned in years.
- But facts were facts, and Dagger had to deal.
- Long gone were the days when he could up and snitch by joining COINTELPRO.
- Though the task that lay before him was gigantic,
- at least the charge wasn't federal.
- Steadying his dejection, Dagger lay his chained hands at the keyboard.
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- With childish self-pity he wished he could evaporate,
- as the guard gnoshed on an eclair with rude relish.
- The data entry program on screen was confounding,
- but Dagger refused to ask for aid. "Ganbare!" he shouted,
- and leaned into the task, risking scoliosis.
- As he whipped the mouse around the pad it left a trail of gakk.
- Many of his fellow prisoners fulminated loudly.
- Dagger sighed with resignation as heavy as that of Gilgamesh,
- whispering to himself: "Remember, son, what life there is always suffices."
- After an hour he received his lunch chit
- and scarfed down pickles, hummus, cheetos and brie in the aviary.
- Against his misery the chatter of birds felt like a divine indulgence.
- In the corridor he rebuffed the hushed solicitations of a Naxalite,
- whose rebellion was orthogonal to that Dagger craved.
- Personal heroism was his favorite;
- there's something effervescent about single combat, the solitary quest...
- Alleluia! the man who puts all at risk alone before God!
- Lost in thought, Dagger felt ready to divulge his secret purpose,
- checked only by the sneering attitude of those around him.
- Here in the secret prison he was at risk of frying like a yolk,
- cooked through by these snotty Amherst guards' scorn.
- At the last second outside his workroom he noticed a cup on a windowsill:
- modest, wooden, traced with wild designs and filled to the brim with rheum,
- framed with apparent care by two rotting ferns.
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- Though suspicious, Dagger felt this was a prize without equivalence.
- Was the milky liquid inside a magic salve?
- Or would touching it be to err?
- Cautiously, Dagger took it in one hand and felt its surprising heft.
- Looking closely, he recognized the dwarvish for 'deer' in the genitive,
- a crude singing guppy,
- and the name of their most recent führer.
- Slowly, as if to open himself to insight, Dagger exhaled,
- fiddling with the drawstring on his striped prison-issue pajamas.
- Oh, how his girl would've solved this puzzle!
- She always interpreted the ancient and foreign with such élan.
- To think by now she might've retreated to a nun's hermitage
- ---or worse, engaged in bigamy.
- As his finger ran over a rearing camel
- mounted by a veiled babe with cat o' nine tails,
- Dagger felt the passing brush of an awesome realization
- which seemed to exact supplication from his bent will,
- divvying the remainder between his heart and spleen.
- Putting the question in abeyance, Dagger stowed the cup in his cubby,
- hurrying slightly late to the workroom, arteries pulsing.
- "Welcome back, XR-273093; I thought you were deceased."
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- As he sat down the taskmaster sprang a dowel pin into his asshole, snorting.
- All afternoon Dagger could've sworn he saw druid script between lines on screen.
- How he wished that mysterious cup had merely contained a cold Duvel!
- Like a stranded, hungry palmer suddenly enrapt by memories of home,
- Dagger tried to forget all the pleasures he'd once known.
- Soon the taskmaster had them working double-time.
- Whenever he pounded his robotic arm on the lectern he giggled.
- Nearing fainting, the screen suddenly appeared to Dagger as a walled garden,
- its light a gossamer thread spun by blond pinprick spiders,
- tangibly pulling down on his heavy, failing eyelids.
- In half-sleep it began to seem to Dagger he might be a dethroned earl,
- his duty to break out of this foul prison,
- embrace the nearest gang of wastrels
- and lead them beyond this city in decline.
- Together they would smash the artifacts (starting with the Gucci sword).
- As he drifted further off Dagger saw himself on a deep grey gelding...
- When he awoke the taskmaster had cut up a gram on his desk,
- proffering an ebony straw ridged in curls like a narwhal horn.
- "Get powered son!" he shouted. "This day ain't over!!"
- Despite rumors the powder was merely ground calyx, Dagger snorted away.
- By 5:52 he had eeked out his obligations for the day.
- On his way to the door he whistled a little ditty,
- as the taskmaster called, "It's a wrap!"
- adding in an aside, "You're gifted, son."
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- The art in the halls was all cubist state propaganda. Before returning
- to their cells the prisoners had to pass through the stinging cleansing foams.
- It occurred to Dagger he lived in the aeon of the jailer, of infinite gaol,
- where the only eagles flying bore tracking devices.
- The thought lay on him like an attack of gastric distress.
- If only he could reach the chalice, perhaps it would be salvific...
- "Aww shit," groaned the inmate behind him, "I gits it now,
- "Yousa journalist! All undacova and shit!"
- The misprison struck Dagger at once as extremely grave.
- He half-turned to find with no surprise on the man's uniform printed "GABONITE".
- Though he'd surely just been picked up by stormtroopers while crofting,
- Dagger's mind ran to the chance he was from a defeated gang.
- He could not afford next to make a flip remark.
- And then, just like that, at the next bend his interlocutor was gone
- ---at the very moment Dagger'd worked up his gumption, he told himself.
- Soon they were in the cafeteria applying their sanitary gloves.
- Over the din of conversation Dagger thought he heard a signifying crow's caw.
- It left him too chilled to gab, so he stood and stared
- at the young coddled inmates crying silently with hunger
- ---if not for the rec room's Xbox.
- Yes, prison is difficult and all, but Dagger swore
- he could tell the gentes of every inmate by his reaction.
- Some of them, those with darting eyes, even seemed prodromal.
- Most of all Dagger envied those who seemed loyal to each other,
- though, uhh... in a way, uhh... he also, like, didn't.
- In any case, for dinner that night they were served grass.
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- Yes, the chef was incorrigibly cruel, famous for his deep-fried licorice.
- They ate worse than the gauchos of old.
- Silently Dagger prayed he might pass through this vale of tears and bile
- to a Judah of the heart.
- When he opened his eyes he saw a single daisy growing out of the table
- roughly plucked by a guard brought in chains from the Maghreb.
- Dagger stewed at how small were the cruelties.
- If he weren't a coward, he thought, he'd strike the man;
- but one must accommodate oneself to one's environs,
- lest one end up as a fossil.
- Dagger barely stopped to notice the filmic fog that enveloped the cafeteria
- as he stuffed his cheeks like a pocket gopher.
- All about him man-children cackled at gaffs.
- He felt like Bede in the plague, singing the offices almost totally alone.
- All the heavies in there were dead, crippled by punitive measures,
- or pathetically laying low in the hopes of being exonerated.
- What Dagger needed was a zeugma of the spirit, eliding him
- beneath the god as great and wide and low and earthen as a henge.
- What he faced instead was just, frankly, a massive bummer.
- Soon they cleared the meal and it was time for the evening's Dilaudid,
- which fizzed when the nurses dropped it in the water glass.
- By the color of the liquid Dagger could tell they'd been gipped,
- but the outcome was as intended: too stunned to make an assault.
- When it kicked in Dagger felt as strange standing as a newt in the desert.
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- Next thing he was under the table, avoiding his fellows' gazes like basilisks,
- mistaking the chairs' shadows for ghouls,
- hoping against hope the sparkling cast by the rotating chandelier were doves.
- "Alai, alai, Divya, my eglantine!" he cried,
- as staff filed down the menu they'd engraved hours before.
- By the effects Dagger could tell he'd been dosed with a phenethylamine,
- perhaps to single out divergents.
- The very light seemed to deafen him,
- and from his cowering position men appeared as big as ents.
- The efficacy of these drugs could not be doubted,
- no more than those speculated to have been used at Delphi.
- Question was, had they all taken them together, or had he been singled out?
- Did the wolf amble alone through this wretched fen?
- though of course one is never alone--Elijah is always with us?
- The surest answer lay in the records of the provisions committee,
- though in such disgrace he would never be allowed an inquiry;
- they'd reubuff him with a handful of Prozac for the road.
- As he debated his course of action, Gigglypuff floated by.
- 'Goddamn,' he thought, 'get it together.
- 'Are you not the man who stopped Kony?
- 'Surely you've faced outlooks this grim---
- 'and got by all that time without a lacky.'
- Fingering his aurochs-bone pendant,
- Dagger clawed his way upright and set to glower at the warden.
- "Where do you hail from? or lemme guess---Hyrule?"
- But the man would truck no insolence, remarked on Dagger's faggy chin,
- and tossed a number of other insults for hero to endure.
- Fear not, courage is ageless, and soon
- Dagger had retreated to his dank, cavelike cell.
- 27
- In the middle of the night Dagger was struck with a divine afflatus
- that had him dashing from bed for a pen. But of course
- he had none, and he was famished besides.
- He tried to commit it to memory. 'Something to do with dibs,
- 'on, on, a gull, parti-colored, impaled for the grill...
- 'All overseen by an ominous grey gundam...'
- So it was in Dagger's exile, clutching at dreamt straws
- for any clue that might aid him on his sojourn.
- To think, he had left a mere ephebe!
- Between the loss of inspiration and the decor, Dagger was in low spirits.
- Without any proximate models to emulate
- he prayed first to Dagon, for a hearty breakfast tomorrow,
- then Yahweh, for the bowels with which to shit it.
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