"Now, the moon sustains our blows."
Bob Sward's Writer's Friendship Series
Need to Know
13: Free Form
12: The Necessary Ear
11: The Necessary Eye
Issue 10: Out on a Limb
Issue 9: The Missing Body
Issue 8: The Lily
Issue 7: Passages
Issue 6: No More Tears
Simply put, this shaggy monster
lumbers down the breakdown lane
after talking itself out of centuries
of walking in circles, being nothing
but bear. In its mind it has shaken its stalker.
Though toothless and slumber-tongued
in its mind it is something closer
to a tempest, a drummer of bodies.
Now, the moon sustains our blows.
Or jittery, numb-bellied, and encased
in glass and metal we are pelted by reports
of rain, the offspring of nobody
but the road, its slithery contractions.
On the wall of the rest area's stall
somebody's scratched a shield with a cartoonish bear
crouched over a forest of stars. It's been ages
since the rear view's been checked for any kill.
Even with bones crackling under the tires
we'll be lucky to register the forwarded fields,
the skill in which we've sliced through tomorrow.