Pharaoh's Army

by Howie Good

Seated amid a pile of rubble, a mother cradles a mangled child in her arms. Pharaoh’s army is on the move, conscripts in mud-colored uniforms spreading out over roads and fields. Scarcely a boisterous tree or plant remains. The very air has turned prison gray. I escape into my writing. There is a beauty in creating things that serve no purpose.

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Howie Good is a professor emeritus at SUNY New Paltz whose newest poetry books, The Dark and Akimbo, are available from Sacred Parasite, a Berlin-based publisher.