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Samson

Samson Rosalie Moffett You have to wait for them in the dark to come to the porch for your salty leather shoes, the cagey yellow-eyed foxes. Tied together and lit on fire they don't dig a burrow but disappear between the rows. The flames shimmy up the wheat and smoke whorls up like a swarm of bees out of honey, or a lion's body, the carcass still maned and regal, as if napping. A bone-house, full-up with comb, its immaculate wax hexagons angling rib to rib--see the artistry of bees? Their girlish choice of cage? The skin hums, the swarm constructs, as bees do, with godlike perfection. Jawbone hill, big hummock of grassgrown ghosts. O Samson, what happened to the donkey's teeth--did they shatter? The donkey had been gentle. And your wife? The girl was such collateral damage. Nameless, she turned out like the foxes and the grain, all burned up. And you? You fell in love with Delilah. http://www.deepdyve.com/assets/images/DeepDyve-Logo-lg.png Prairie Schooner University of Nebraska Press

Samson

Prairie Schooner , Volume 87 (2) – Jul 21, 2013

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Rosalie Moffett You have to wait for them in the dark to come to the porch for your salty leather shoes, the cagey yellow-eyed foxes. Tied together and lit on fire they don't dig a burrow but disappear between the rows. The flames shimmy up the wheat and smoke whorls up like a swarm of bees out of honey, or a lion's body, the carcass still maned and regal, as if napping. A bone-house, full-up with comb, its immaculate wax hexagons angling rib to rib--see the artistry of bees? Their girlish choice of cage? The skin hums, the swarm constructs, as bees do, with godlike perfection. Jawbone hill, big hummock of grassgrown ghosts. O Samson, what happened to the donkey's teeth--did they shatter? The donkey had been gentle. And your wife? The girl was such collateral damage. Nameless, she turned out like the foxes and the grain, all burned up. And you? You fell in love with Delilah.

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Prairie SchoonerUniversity of Nebraska Press

Published: Jul 21, 2013

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