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John
Cotter has published
work in www.pith.net and Maverick
Magazine. He's a freelance writer and lives in Boston.
Shafer
Hall is a Texas poet
and playwright living in Brooklyn. His play, These Men Died While
Dreaming, was preformed by Austin's ONEtheatre company. Some of his
poems are available at www.thenakedape.com.
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Ophelia
John
Cotter & Shafer Hall
She may as well be an angel
With those stains on her jeans and those wet swamp wings
Both of which are lying out to dry
On the broken concrete slab of my porch
From which I have to kick the dogs away
We know who we are, with our Saturday cloths
Wordlessly piled
At her feet, her court, where our faces flashlight's
Race to the bottom of our champagne
For the honor of telling her
Of the state she's in
That outside their stealing from the gypsies
That the mist is rising
That there's lipstick on her teeth
So by the time she's dry we're late
And the fifth act sounds like a train in the backyard
Still we know who we are: angels with wet earth
Making our breath dark
Shaving the night, like spies
Sent late, with the wrong directions,
All the soldiers in bed, just us there
Waving leftover flags
In the stained air
© 2001 by John Cotter &
Shafer Hall
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Volume
II Issue III