Having dispatched me
to Ultima Thule,
she came to see
me off at the
airport, promising
to visit soon, and
I quoted to her
in pain: from the
moment I could
talk I was ordered
to listen. Now there’s
a way, and I know
that I have to go.
For ostracism was
ever ordained
for thought crimes,
and I was upstanding,
sounding the alarm,
like a frightened
drummer boy.
Words by David Faber
Photo by Matthew Henry on Unsplash
Tulpa Magazine 