Three days out we lost the steering
soon after we fell ill:
it ate up all the edges on the map.

The boss locked down to scribble
crazy snares and lob them out
for stumbles in our way.

Our instruments failed in pairs–
some kind of voodoo someone said
but we were past remarking

so much was so the same.
She ditched our last provisions
then beat us with her cane.

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