The Troll
Published in
Nov 30, 2020
Hiding under social bridges
We wait for footfalls of the vulnerable
Dry rotted boards support weights unimagined
They come, trolls, they always come
To feed off their own need
Falling into our traps so well laid
Gnarly fingers point down at waylaid travelers
Screaming injustice for their fall
As we watch righteous from our rickety boards
Denying our need for their fall
Doubling down, we pile on the pain
Posting a head on a spike for spite
Arc of debris in any battle swings wide
Forgetting the friendlies
And the trapped stare back at us trolls
