Fall 2014 • Vol. XXXVI No. 4 Poetry |

Lunar Reddened (A Narrative)

1. Blood-pigmented ravelin overlooked within us the aura of an empire.    What could we do but restore it in kind? Oh but we did don't you remember the trussed-up ceremonial dead    the sound of shaken bottle-trees the overloaded tonnage scoop the earth like spoons?    But why fight alongside us when all in God's name soon enough died    ambushed by a backfire? 2. Each armored sentry had in mind the moon was his to dwell upon    (nothing beyond it to dwell upon now) provinces of burned-out land    encampments razed smoke reaching all the way to the river a dead mule floated by on. 3. Once upon its begetting a great estate rose out of the ground    the ground itself entrenched until the claim it was entitled to a landscape held in mortmain    a seabird's blue egg fashioned out of glass served up daily in the capital. 4. This is the way the world begins    tall brides in their bridal cloth

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