Author: michaeljordahl

Retired Miner, loves science, reading, carving, walking, recovering alcoholic

Tabled

All is quiet here today at the little round table on the rocky shore of Rapid River. In the spring, the river’s annual flooding brings birds of all kinds as well as fishermen, tourists, birdwatchers, and old men with cameras like me. All summer and into the fall, its roaring rapids teem with activity, but for now, the sights of the round table are…tabled.

–Photos by me

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i felt a rotting albatross

around my neck was hung

the barrel of my .38

was pungent on my tongue

a deadly glass of poison

was lifted to my lips

the suicide solution

was at my fingertips

but then i realized

in the pit of my despair

that suicide is pointless if

there’s no one who would care

and that’s when i decided

on a plan so cold and cruel

i grabbed my automatic

and i strolled into the school

and all the while thinking

that the world would surely heed

the pain that they’d inflicted

to make me do this deed

and when the blood-bath ended

it was time to end it all

and so i blew my brains out

on the high school classroom wall

and now just like the albatross

i’m rotting here in hell

and yet the world remains unchanged

as far as i can tell