Harm—I mean
the winged
fire-breathing sort,
with intent—isn't rare
or made-up. It's
everywhere you look.
Long ago, it was
often pursued
relentlessly
by those who would
maim themselves
just to claim its jewels.
Currently, though,
it's simply mis-
understood
as it flutters
from camp to
decimated camp
masquerading
as Help—even though,
by now, this has got to be
the oldest trick
in the
holiest book.
