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Ideal Heroic World - Oxford

Steve Case

Poetry
Fantasy

i: the sky
Would that I looked down upon fog
Swept in by the sea’s conveyance
To broil about these fingers of stone.
Instead, greyness steeps the sky,
A frozen cauldron stirred
By the wings of a solitary sparrow
                Or some other insignificant bird.

ii: the street
I think the water has frozen at the window
And the leaves will be gone in another day.
The city shows herself only stone and ice beneath.

iii: the sanctuary
Whispers at the frost-etched glass,
Shards, a dead god’s crystal teeth.
Echoes at windows in a throat of stone,
An idol long thrown down,
An idol with bones of granite
Long thrown down.

Tell her all I found was bones.

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Copyright 2008, Steve Case. All rights reserved.

Steve teaches astronomy and is the planetarium director at Olivet Nazarene University in Illinois. His interests are writing and the history of science. He has poetry forthcoming in Isotope and Mindflights.