Along the Wall of Campbellton Dam 1 of 2

Pulled off the road Stirred up the dust Sat in my car Over the fence Campbellton dam Built in nineteen e- leven by pow- erful alien workers Twenty-four hun- dred five feet across Keep off the dam Danger Beware Waters may change Strong undertow No swimming allowed Over the fence Right about eight touchdowns to make A drop in the o- cean on my left Roaring of mock- ing on my right Into the lake or Over the falls Taking a step Along the stone wall Look at my watch No time for this No time at all Stare at the face Minutes turn past Hours and days Sunset again Sunrise and then I take a few steps Into the light Holding a can- vas of a land- scape oil painted with falls like this cotton, like sailcloth Pulling me on Two foot by three Not very big But crossing like this It might as well be a main sail on mast and my arms are the spars as the edge of a cloud Black overhead Blown by the winds twisting my arms my column of spine A mad acrobat on a stretched wire out in the wind throwing up rain a flat parasol now up over- head and just four fields to go but I stop myself Look at my watch No time at all Deadline's approaching I almost fall Concentrate now I'm getting cold I'm pretty wet but Rain's letting up I take a step I pick up the pace I'm running now A drop in the o- cean on my left And on my right Well out of my depth three hundred feet to undoubted death Spitting at me Laugh in my face Roaring the numbers I stop and look Don't look too good Out of my pocket I pull out my dice Shooting the works Rolling a seven I laugh right on back On the knife-blade "Calling your bluff You got nothing at all" The wind's picking up My two die goes plunk The five doesn't move (too long for PSoup, continued)