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Poetry
Fantasy
Moss-kissed
in an envelope of scales,
wallowing in a dank embrace of mud
and cool river wind;
night-things, even by day, used to
darkness and inky rot, the underside
of logs and stones;
jeweled creatures of ebony and snow;
all of these attributes,
transferred to the three by God's
grace and alchemy,
raised a slight chill in Shadrach,
and so he, along with his two
near shivering, uncharred brothers,
signaled for the king's men
to stoke the fire harder, to make the
crucible pulse with heat
like the joy in their black amphibian hearts.
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Copyright 2008, Robert Borski. All rights reserved. Robert Borski describes himself as a late-blooming child prodigy. He is the author of two books about Gene Wolfe (Solar Labyrinth, The Long and the Short of It) and lives in Stevens Point, Wisconsin.
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