Thoughts to Tycho Brahe, in Fractured Sonnet, from a Hospital Bed, November 2010

by Sam Rasnake

Wait for it.  Wait for it —

This is the moment of

desperation, a horror

film with no ending —

the maniac on the loose

again, and he knows

your name.

                            The mountains,

are dogged and wild with

their deep broth of darkness —

a storm howling at the eaves,

flailing against the walls

of the ruined hut —

                                            And you

listen for the slamming at

the door, but there's nothing

         — originally published in Escape Into Life