Issue 5, Winter 2008

now the morning star
by Skip Fox

visible from the window, now lost in predawn, be-
wildered by light, struck dumb with the drumming of day
after day, sodomized senseless by the apparent stupidity
of the populus of that place, where he was, its party
in full progress, florescent, titled Yet Another American
Century, demands blossoming from every bumper, win-
dow, face, unused to ask for anything that it can as easily
take, knowing that reach is all, confirming it daily, wary
of the indigenous, leery of any man who wears his time
too well upon him, except he was another such an idiot
as themselves, and they could thus assign his favor to an
occurrence in the twisted nature of God's Plan: whom the
graces seemed to visit first, was a covenant, that they
should get theirs in the end--softest saffron dawn just now.