Babayaga

Man was born to char the earth and

when there’s no swamp gas, black tar, or proud timber to tap
he sends out his canines hunting rabid far afield.
While, awaiting their return
he solemnly builds the looming tall pyres
that will burn every enemy down.

XI

Vidot regained consciousness as he was hanging out at the end of a thread of hair, floating in a high wind. He did not know how long he had been lost in that dream state. In a way, he wished he was back there now, it had been so reassuring to feel like a whole man again, in his old suit, walking the streets of his neighborhood with two strong legs and a sure and steady gait.

When Vidot had first watched Bendix inject the needle into Will, the flea had nervously wondered what the best course of action might be. After Will’s initial ear-shattering scream, his host had collapsed into a deep slumber, only twitching slightly, with no outward signs of pain or discomfort. Vidot had thought it might be fine to simply watch and wait. Bendix was busy cleaning up and putting things away, only returning every few minutes to take notes on Will’s condition. As the scientist finished a third observation of his prisoner, one of the gargantuan men came lumbering down the stairs. Bendix pointed at Will. “He’s been in the dream state for about ten minutes. I suspect it will only be another five or so before Jake completes his task. Then I’ll need you to dispose of the body.”

“Where?” asked the giant.

“The basement,” said Bendix. “with the others.”