Amen
A poem by Devin T.N. Tanchum
He looks far into the horizon. Sniffing the coming
wind.
The hard faces of the crowd lighten, grow relaxed and
subtly complacent.
He rattles off the stage. Off to a new same town. Full
of new same faces.
A few of 'em split off in endless directions.
The crunch of dry earth like a hundred off tempo snare
drums.
Some rip boards from the stage.
Some go for the nails.
Others soak it in moonshine from their breasts,
cherish a last match and watch it burn.
The heat turns them on.
It will be over. We are finished. Amen.
Spring 2008 Poetry:
WHAT'S YOUR POETRY by Doris Arnett Gary
FEATURED POET Joop Bersee
EDITOR'S CHOICE Ashok Niyogi
GUILIN NOODLES by CJ Hallman
FREDDY'S FATHER by Gil Fagiani
WOMEN AT THE DINER by Gina Larkin
WOMAN OF OLIVES by Emma Lorelei Brennan
GHOST by Arlene Tribbia
TO MY AUNT WHO WAS RECENTLY FOUND DEAD IN A MOTEL
ROOM by JoHannah Ash
RED BANK'S CARLTON THEATRE by Gloria Rovder
Healy
READING by Em McAvan
AMEN by Devin T.N. Tanchum
CHRISTMAS COLD by John Bowden
INSIDE by Laine Sutton Johnson
BEAUTY by John McDermott
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