Sarah Lindsay Poems
|3.||Elegy for the Quagga||4/12/2016|
|4.||Hollow Boom Soft Chime: The Thai Elephant Orchestra||4/12/2016|
|5.||Makris Is Fallen||4/12/2016|
|6.||Rain of Statues||4/12/2016|
|7.||Shanidar, Now Iraq||4/12/2016|
|10.||The So-called Singer of Nab||4/12/2016|
|13.||Tell the Bees||4/12/2016|
Themiscyra, 72 BC
While Lucullus raided cherry orchards,
he left us to besiege,
grudgingly, this outlander fortress,
named for an Amazon queen,
while thinking of food and home.
Not one of us has seen
a single horse-borne warrior woman.
Meanwhile, we dug a tomb.
We intended it as the tunnel
through which we'd claim the fort.
We shored up the sifting roof
and dug by lamps
that shed more shadows than light.
At last we formed up underground
to attack with sword and fire,
but the enemy tossed in hives,
and in a cloud of stinging ...