Of Dust
Of Dust “Man is dust and to dust he shall return.” Guilt. I almost fail to feel my hands as they gently wipe the dust from off the surfaces. I am consumed by guilt . The sort of guilt that I’ve in my musings a ccredited to warships. I imagine how terrible they must feel to smite each other at the command of their masters. “Miss Conduct, friend, it is not I! I would never hoist my sails to chase you upon the waters or fire my guns to sink you. My master forces me. He pushes me t o ram into you. ” “Ooh Master Baiter! Your own kind you have fought. With stealth you’ ve crept upon many of our sisters . How different then shall I be? But know this also, my retaliation is not mine. In defense my masters have chosen to wreck you as you would me.” I can see the frown upon Master Baiter’s face as she sails away from the wreckage. Her steering is hard to maneuver as she attempts to make her masters cough away the...