Lunch Time

Julio is dead.

This is his arm

Hailey brought it back

It's lying about 10 feet away from me

Benjamin is dead

Four of the Goth Kids are dead
(Somebody said it was because of their costumes
They looked "normal" to the Pope's Men
and not "scary and weird" like the rest of us)
Three Financial Types and three Civil War guys
are dead

lots of injuries
Dear You . . .
I'm OK so far
so far

And now we're on this insane
Lunch Break

Facino Cane's Ragger-Bragger just yelled
"Intermezzo!!"
and Hawkwood accepted the terms

So it's about noon and we're gathered
where we camped last night

and distributing morphine

We have to fight again in about 45 minutes

They are fucking insane back here!

This really really sucks.


Freak-Out Becomes Strategy

The first thing I saw this morning

was two squires pull Benjamin from his horse
with boat-hooks

and sever his spinal cord

and I fucking freaked

I started ripping off my armor
"No Way! I'm not playing knight any more!
I'm not going to be a sitting duck!"

I decided to be a squire, like Skip

. . . be more mobile

And I had this idea
to just lead our riderless horse around
as though our knight was already down

and it has actually worked well so far

I just couldn't stand to be
a fucking can of tuna out there
waiting for a can opener


Last Moments

. . . right before the meeting

The late Stephanie,
Regine,
the late Julio,
and Sharpshooter Sue
survey the field
from our battle wagon


All I Remember

from being out there

--- Skip and I basically are medics
dragging wounded people
back up the hill ---

is Regine in blue cotton

out of the corner of my eye

staying smooth and calm

and basically letting Pope's Men


impale themselves on her

watery, bouncy sword


My Worst Moment

. . . so far
so far
so far
so far
so far

was four of us being surrounded

but Sharpshooter Sue
helped us out


Regine and the Witch
Have a Puppet Show

Regine was shouting for the Witch
all morning
"Come on out, lady!"
and making chicken noises

And right now Regine and the Witch
are out there

talking

actually, they're drawing in the dirt
and moving around little figurines

(since they don't share a language)

setting up the rules for their Duel


This is so surreal

So now we are on this sick creepy lunch break

It's all so formal,
like a graduation ceremony!

and the enemy is eating
and I'm throwing up

I'm somehwere beyond scared

I like you
I like you
I like you
I will see you again
I will see you again
I will see you again

Well, back to work . . .