"Villainous" by Aaron Sandberg
Villainous
We tied it to a track,
put our ears to the rail,
made fate keep its schedule,
twirled a mustache.
That sort of thing.
Who was there to stop us —
some discount-costume hero
in cellophane cape?
Scorch earth. Let it burn.
The 9:05 is on time.
Here, there’s no there there.
Here, there’s nothing
that needs to be saved.
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