The Beast
by Steven R. Weiner
The single throat in the painted wood car
Screamed for adventure
Defying gravity’s intense external response
Rejoicing in the divine internal sense
Of weightlessly falling
Climbing to the edge of fear
Falling
From the highest wooden towers
Falling
Flying
Through the sediment layers of air
In a capsized boat
Failing
Through the gritty liquid of air
From heaven to hell
And like Orpheus, rising
Then falling
Holding the bar like a harp
Or an oar
Like a wave in a Japanese anime print
Rising and falling
From frightened
To death
Again falling
Forward rising on circles and dizzying loops
Feeling wickedly good
To fall
Screaming for more more
The bottom drops out of the one
We’re
Going
To die
Voice
And the prophecy was true, falling
Through a river of stick
Down to the line waiting
For you
To do it again
Failing
From birds to the fish
Crawling
On earth at the end
When you try to stand up again
You fall.