Sonnet #340

 If the hand that extends to save you

Will not lift you up, what’s the difference?

Still your feet are dangling, and wince

Where your arm is held in place, you

Know you can’t escape now, the fall is here

And this savior come to lift you likes

To let you know that the hero time is here

But will this mighty strong one hikes

You up a little higher past the edge?

Maybe just a handhold, let me get a finger

Loose enough to get a grip? Pledge

Fealty to heroes, and maybe he’ll swing her

Up a little, promise to fawn, promise to sing

Their praises, for the heroes are fragile things.