The Book of Percival
Spicer on Percival
If someone doesn't fight me I'll have to wear this
All of my life. I look like the Tin Woodsman in the Oz Books.
Rusted beyond recognition.
I am, sir, a knight. Puzzled
By the way things go toward me and in back of me. And finally
into my mouth and head and red blood
O damn these things that try to maim me
Alive in its