The Three Children
We showcase a compelling new poem by rising talent Carrie Salem
The three children stood in the somehow depthless afternoon light,
under a sky that now had a decided yellowish tinge, and looked at the dead bear at the foot of the telephone pole.
The pole was leaning crookedly.
Four feet up from its base, the creosoted wood was splintered and splashed with blood.
Other stuff, too.
White stuff that Joe supposed was fragments of bone.
And grayish mealy
UNDER THE DOME
336,114 words,
a hidden masterpiece
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