Fell Down the Stairs Last Night

I fell down the stairs last night --
Had not thought to flip the switch,
But trod by lesser light instead.
First, my hand upon the railing;
Next, my arms and members flailing
Headlong down the oaken tread.

I lay on the landing boards,
Bruised and battered, glassy eyes
Were fixed upon the darkened height.
Thirteen steps, like twelve apostles–
Each one true–  but one apostate
Cast me down a wicked flight.

I fell down the stairs last night.