Samuel and Agag

Prepared I am to

Smite. No cannibal can be

Tolerated. These

Ogres will taste my

Steel deep in their gullets. No

More shall they grow fat

On my people’s backs.

The thunder you hear will be

Their heads rolling on

The ground. If Saul thinks

He can save his cousins, he’ll

Be the next to die.

Railways

I got on a train.
I climbed to the top row and
Tried to find a place

To sleep. At last found
I a spot, on the advice
Of a mother and

Daughter. Quickly as
The train started to chug, I
Spilled from my seat to

The floor. This was not
A passenger train, but for
Livestock and cattle.

For years I had tried
To stand off from the herd, and
With them I would die.