Vulcan Knows

Good grief. What a terrible weekend… I pulled through and came out a little wiser and much tougher.


We have become desperate

and screaming in throes,

but we cannot surrender

to these hammer blows.

Vulcan sits upon his throne

and measures each strike

he throws.

We are forged in fire and coal

and brimstone. Some sulfurous

unguent steeping our bones,

but Vulcan knows that

the hammer and anvil

forge strength…

when he’s done,

the weakness is gone.


© CGT, 2018.

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