The Upside Down Poem – Straightened

The mind struggles To keep track - indeed To keep consciousness The head spins. Perception reels. Slowly, ask at full speed, shop The mind is churned. The heat helps Not the mind, but the fatigue. Physically relaxed, Mentally fatigued. Eight weary souls. St. George and King Arthur, Robert the Bruce, Chengiz Khan, even the terrible Ivan. None of them, not a single soul, not a single man-jack of them, had ever to face such Ordeals.