Flint strikes
and sparks from steely eyes
light a tinder sky
the prairie underworld gone up to castles in the air
to lay seige, like the eggs of a salamander
in rings of Promethean verse
recurring incendaries
turned once more to stone (in death
our libations) salut!
Charon takes his pay from your abyss
and in the hollow of his hands a string of pearls
wiser than Solomon Kane
dances a cadenza
guns blazing
the James Gang on flying horses
dive-bomb the ferry shrieking like Ju-87 Stuka
harpies outside the Orpheum theater
in Memphis, TN
a sphinx uploaded in 3D
to snatch the rudder and patrol the Nile
hermaphrodite; death, the blending of a pair
bound in chaps and nylon fibers
for Pluto, god of wealth
confusion to tyrants
and the masses
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Nether-Air Ambush by
WC Roberts
originally
published in the Fall 2011 print edition
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WC Roberts lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on
land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged
scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in his own discarded
clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television
set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes. For
more of WC's work,
visit his Big Pulp author page
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On the Road from Galilee
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