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 Fathom 2004

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Poetry

Sean Smith
Wyley Hennick (2)
Michael Bennett
Chantelle Rip
Julie Perkins (2)
Mark MACDonnell
John Parker
Brooke Gray (2)
Misty De Meo
William Conklin
Oliver Charboonean (2)
Jennifer Clarke

Prose

Alex Hollenberg
Chantelle Rip
Mark MACDonnell

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Mark MACDonnell

 

 

The Stone Giants

The silence deafens. Steel-Legs gone, people gone. The Stone Giants fit, they gloat power over the Wooden Prisoners. Pushing a cart, he does not belong, the cart does. He seems displaced, out of time, out of order. He is a step to the left. A Steel­-Leg. I do not see it, I hear it turn a corner. One of the Prisoners, naked, emaciated, reaches to the sky for aid and release. God’s tears fall to the Earth, collect in gutters and flow down the Road’s mouths to be forgotten. A single piece stands out. A scar on the ankle of a Stone Giant. TJB. Captive or Escapee? Free or not? Which title would make him free? Tears fall in a torrent. The Giants remain crouched, water flowing over them, but not washing. It runs from their thousand eyes, passes their mouths and collects at their toes and ankles. Flowing along curves that cut. Do the Giants cry? God’s tears hide it if they do. I am wet, my tears are hidden. I am clean, but not cleansed. TJB. Am I Captive or Escapee? God’s tears hide my own.   ___________________. I know my answer. Heads obscured by the ceiling of the world, do the Giants look down and see nothing? Do they see me in their vigil? Do they see what I am? God’s tears fall, and are carried away by mouths in the road.

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