Book of Delaney II

Free from their cage, they

left the cabin behind for

the great wide open.

"You're not from Carolina?"

Delaney heard the dwarf ask.

"No. I'm from New York,"

she answered as they walked on

through the wilderness.

"I used to camp around here.

I'm Delaney, and you are?"

"Burlock," the dwarf said.

She smiled, "It's nice to meet you!

Have you seen my car?"

"A car? I saw one earlier."

Burlock replied with candor.

Delaney chuckled.

"Wait till you see mine," she said.

"Oh wait. I crashed it."

Burlock heard her words and froze,

"You conquered the fearmonger?" 

Burlock knew the place

where Delaney crashed her car

into a boulder;

where the dwarves crowded around

Delaney's DeLorean.

"So, this is your car?"

Burlock asked. Delaney said,

"She’s seen better days for sure."

What was left of the machine

lay wedged into a boulder.

The dwarves cheered because

their captor, the fearmonger

died under the stone!

"The force from your crash must have

rolled the stone over this man."

Delaney looked down.

Poking out under the rock

an open hand, gloved,

just a short stone's throw away

from the captor’s silver whip.

R.L.P. Auriga

Long Island, New York