a plan
by Eric Martin
stomach’s clawing itself
from all of her weeping
bruising inclinations
yeah that’s a violin
i’m playing
so piss off
this is my sphere of
non-influence
survival of the meekest
two reasons the elf’s here
greed and power
power to hurt the helpless
two reasons i’m here
genes and fear
you don’t pick your family
i’m just a topiary son
kept neat and trimmed
water and forget me
he’s got what he wanted
pretty and rich mortal wife
someone to use and abuse
he leaves me alone if i
don’t try to protect her
puts me in my half-breed place
but i guess i haven’t learned
where my place is after all
i’ve got a plan
a sword forged in shop class
a whole lot of red metal in it
elves and iron don’t mix
a day of reckoning’s coming when
elf-daddy’s going to lose his head
and the not-so-meek shall inherit
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Eric Marin is a lawyer by day and a writer by night. He also publishes the speculative fiction and poetry webzine, Lone Star Stories.
Copyrighted by the author unless otherwise noted.
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