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"Dinner Plans" "Cut here," instructed the cannibal. "Revelation" "You," lied God. "Pangaia" The cosmos retracted, Sighing The End "With a Difference" I slept, bloody, like them. "Lineup" She pointed. "Him." My brother. "Emergent Sea" The ocean waved and waved. The fisherman finally gurgled back a greeting, and could say no more. "To Understand" She saw me smiling and wept with fear. "Victory" He finished first, flipping, awarded death. "Answer to a Question" "They can." I ran. "19 1/3" The man in the heavy coat enters the market, returns a child’s unsolicited wave, and pushes the small red bu- "What News the Morning

Farmer John was dead and gone; Hay-men watched his fields still: Lumpy sacks that had for long Drawn the crows in manner ill Some would come to pull them down But always failed in the task, Bound to flee at hinted frown Seen, they swore, in vacant mask Passersby would scarce arrive -- Merely then for talk, no more: “My, but crows do love those five - ” “Strange, I thought them only four...” Land forlorn turned callous ear To the murmur of the straw, As the moon revolved the years O'er the din of sated caw Farmer John had died and gone, Yet his hay-men still remained, Soulless things to greet each dawn Till such tim