Freakery - Cretin

«Freakery.»

«Freakery?»

«Freakery,» he whispered in my ear while others clapped that strange jig.

They made me dance.

One,

crawling, chased my feet for laughs.

Chained to the post where they served me

slop, I tried to match

their rhythms, but they’d swap one for another once I did.

«Dance!»

they sang.

«But why?!»

And they screamed: «Freakery!»

«Freakery?»

«Freakery!»

What did it mean?

Was it the song title, or the name they’d given to their

mountain games?

What sane

people make someone fuck the animals of their farm while some damn kid plays

the mouth harp?

Oh

how they laughed at their captive!

I danced and danced, I wanted to live!