Sunrise Behind the Heel Stone (Round 2)
Let's workshop this poem about a "druid" at Stonehenge during summer solstice, a quasi-cosplayer--equipped, perhaps, with an Amazon staff--who buys his own purpose-giving hype (hook, line, and sinker)
Sunrise Behind the Heel Stone The oak-wreathed “druid”— Crocs, white cosplay robe— mimes the jerking of wonders from recondite realms, arms flourishing (with micro mudras too akin to sign language faked at press briefings) loud enough for that jumbo ego to buy his own wizard bullshit.
