Free Verse Revolution:

The Auguries, the Broken Birds

by Elizabeth A. Oates

my dreams are filled with dying birds, throats cut

to prevent their passage, my dreams are filled with lies.

men will spit blood on their new gods to win contests.

sweet Aeneas survives, but his lonely heroism

means nothing; he never believed me either. Truth dies

in my throat, like fading lines of birdsong.

I am sick of looking forward, backward,

and seeing nothing 

but treacherous men.

Issue V will be available for download and purchase on Friday, 18th March.