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Still Life

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"I found the protagonist's refusal to apologize deeply troubling." - The Weekly Empath

"A character so inert, I feared for my own agency." - Narrative Velocity Quarterly

"The protagonist's ambiguity made me feel unmoored. I prefer my fiction with guardrails." - The Annotator's Digest

Boy Cried Wolf

Patti Smith

Oh the story's told been told retold

From the sacred scriptures to the

tabloids

All the fuss and fight none above a

whisper

The soul of gold the belly of a boy

Well they drew him from the forest

Like they draw blood

Tied him to a tree like St. Sebastian

And he turned his head and let the

arrows fly

Through the trees, the trees

The ornamental leaves

Boy cried wolf

Wolf don't come

Wolf within

Boy cried wolf

In the ancient mold they're dancing

down

Calling to the moon but it don't answer

And they fell on their knees

and passed the bowl around