Issue 8


Summer 2013

 

60 Things



I started, squinted, saw that it was past
midnight, and felt like Jason come across
the skeletons, each soldier slain replaced
by ten. But he would not concede the loss.

So I fought, too, with sixty things to do
tomorrow, which was already today.
The squinting showed me it was half past two.
The enemy to slay, I could not slay.

By three I made a moat and lured the sheep,
no, soldier-skeletons, down to their doom
without bisecting them. We were at peace
at last, and I began to fall asleep,
I thought, till on the far side of the room,
a glimmer, like the gold fringe on a fleece...

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James B Nicola