…as luck would have it
written by: Emanuel Pope
…as luck would have it
every time I manage to catch a fragment
of who I am
from under the cutting edge
of the shadow of dirty waters
and I reflect, with my eyes popping
out like a snail’s,
through the bars of the shark’s
fangs
at the world that now hides me,
throws me
to break me over the waves of life,
I cannot thank the gods enough
and I cry with happiness!
daily,
on an empty stomach, delicately,
meticulously under the moon’s
guillotine,
like a gardener with his roses,
I patiently weed
from my mongrel coat the hairs left
behind
by the horde of hyenas with human
faces—
what strange fear cleaves the
waters?!—
under their weight
my heart breaks, cheap and stupid,
…like
bread.
…how many of us are still alive?
as much steam as blood!
but I have a huge passion
for lucky ground in the middle of
the storm
and I feel like a restless island.
I don’t stop at the sound of the
wave
and I continue to dance,
thinly,
elegantly
on this edge of paper,
narrow as a knife blade,
in an unleashed world,
in a world constantly giving birth
to waves,
only waves
and hyenas…
I dance, I dance, I dance
and I cannot thank the gods enough
because I know and see how surely
I am heading
towards you—
Promontory of
Eternal Friendship!
- As Luck Would Have It - September 21, 2025
