...In this district of late Last light, indicated by the hour of The beauty of his neck, his face Arabian in contour Like a Percheron grazing in his dome of grass, If there is a god, he is not done Yet, as if continuing to manhandle the still lives of The confederate dead this far north, this time of year, each Just a ghostly reason now. There are reasons: One, Soon the wind will blow Pentecostal with the power of group prayer. Two: the right to bear arms. Three: you did not find my empathy Supernatural, at the very least. —Have you any ideas that are new? Lucie Brock-Broido