Two stone faces
Of beasts that truly never were,
Form from marvelous nothingness,
Falling into a realm
Of divine mystification.
Held, as I am,
In the glowing-green
Foxfire-light--
Phosphorescing within
The horrid, nitrous evening...
But, there's always words
For me,
Somewhere.
And if the rings about your eyes
Grow too crimson--
Then listen well, to the inversion
Of this peaceful hum...
A blue light, so pure
It reflects
Your tears,
To mine.
The novel that preceded this one was called The Dogs: Not Exactly Night; it is in that book that one first meets Andrew Lightfoot, Bligh Lynch, and Cody Tyree, and one first hears of Andrew's brother, Stephen. It has been called...
Andrew shut the door behind him, hearing, as he did the first evening he and Bligh spent together as lovers, the sound of metal going into metal, demarcating him from the rest of the world. Behind the door was a secret, sacred solidarity -...
Bligh was glaring at Andrew - and Andrew felt it, he felt Bligh's eyes bore into him, and he kept his head facing the kitchen, watching Stephen root through his pantry like a raccoon, humming some deranged melody that Andrew suspected was a...