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Snapshots of the Epic | Gregory Lawless We do not like some things and the hero doesn’t. Marianne Moore Here the hero tries his eyes after his winter’s sleep. Here apple blossoms pelt the moat between passing mallards. Here the hero recites his dreams into the sink. He knows his fate by rote. Today, he will burn his rival’s vineyards to the ground, and steal his wife and chattel, his barrels of ale. Here the hero splits his lips in half with a single finger to cue his lover. He makes the sound of mallards landing softly on the water. The gods are near, he whispers, or else, it’s father. Outside there are horses. The gates are down. The mowers lean upon their rakes and sickles. By now, he knows his life is long. He looks around, and he sees nothing he will not own.  read about the author Contributors.htmlshapeimage_3_link_0
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