I've moved from the bottom To the edge of empire, Stood there on a wall Amid coiled, razor-scaled Serpents. I have watched The distance With unblinking eyes, Poised to touch the hand of death. I have moved amid A sea of tents, Counted the hours of Tedious, relative safety Like others before And beside me. I have returned to find What remains Of the scattered limbs Planted in the road-side Crater gardens So popular in Babylon. I have gazed upon Caesar With my own eyes, Noted his smile And his lack of scars.
Jason R. M. Maffettone is an insufferable malcontent and under-achiever who delights in acts of petty vandalism and the wanton disrespect of his betters. He is a menial laborer without even the decency to be ashamed of it. Recently freed from indentured servitude to the government, he now resides in his ancestral New Jersey where he will no doubt come to a bad end.
