My Journey To Freedom

I was inside. Wobbling, Tilting, in the dark. He was never real, Fooling them all. I could barely breathe, Meanwhile, Gasping against the walls. Then finally the glorious day. My entombed prayers answered. The falling and the crashing. All the king's horses and all the king's men. And women. The women were there, too. Then all these bowed heads Descended onto the crash site, Dripping tears in the shining sun. Their fleshy, white knees pressed into the soft dirt Among the broken shards, mouths muttering about Not putting it all back together. But I am free, Ladies and gentlemen. I am running amok and free! Free to move my legs. I just had to crack a few eggs.