Being Bardi

His ringed fingers
move away from the massive frame
as he rims the ash
from a Cuban cigar
against the globe
pockmarked with
smoldering

"Well that was fun,"
he says"what to do
next" from
the spinning globe
one hear the far
away moans of pain
he bends his huge frame
cups an ear below his
right horn to listen
and giggles.
and giggles.
and giggles.