“It doesn’t make any difference which one you choose,” said St. Peter, “I only give them out as souvenirs. A feather doesn’t really help you to fly. It just gives you confidence. The rest is up to you.”
THE FUTURE
Far in the depths of the dark green sea
A forest of scrawny weeds
Imprisons a giant and holds him fast,
Twine themselves round his knotted hand
And chain him down to their sunless land
Where the waves rush raging past.
His face is hard with deep’ning lines,
And his eyes are glazed with slime,