Vikings Invade a Station Wagon Outside of Ithaca
Speeding past Elmira
Somehow
sleeping through
“Twelfth Stroke of
Midnight”
Kenny Erickson dreams
-
They sail to stage atop a
Viking ship
Suspended
over barrels of dry ice
His
heart and stomach jumping through his chest
Young Kenny thinks on just
how far they've come
Two
half-Italian kids from Western Mass
Who
used to haul their gear from gig to gig
Packed
tightly in the shittiest of cars
Who
now traverse the skies in private jets
And
when on stage transform to Nordic Gods
The
throng of people chants his sister's name
As
strobe lights frame and freeze their silhouettes
Ken
lifts his sticks above his perfect locks
His
shadow frozen on The Garden's wall
And
magnified to twenty times its size
He
harnesses the anger in his hands
And
picturing his father in the drums
He smashes down upon all of
their heads
As if the Day of Judgment had
arrived
And
he can feel his sister's eyes on him
As
Donatella speaks unto the crowd
The
image of a flightless Valkyrie
She terrifies them with her quiet voice
“New York: prepare yourself for Ragnarok!”
-
Unconscious still he
Softly kicks his sister
One hand on the wheel
She smooths his golden hair
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