how did I let this happen?
the dust settling
leaves applauding
silence preluding
with a cracking voice
bit lip
and quivering chin
it’s all in dissolution
the serpent striking
it’s own tail
within my grip
and the knife slips
clattering to the pavement
and there will be payment
no matter how sweet
the leaks
from my goblet
how could this happen?
the sly slaughterers
observe from the sides
it’s all fallen away
and I made it happen
with a single wave
what is there left
to save?

– B. Brown

(image by self-taught visual artist Fabio Selvatici)