By: Bruce Boston

He danced in fabled joy
as the moons passed
and the stars aged †

and the lands changed
beneath his cloven hooves
from turf to cobbled stone,

from porous concrete slabs
to plates of seamless steel.
He danced in frenzied joy

until the slow waning
of his earthly days
fixed him in marble,

fixed him in legend
cold as the ages,
froze him in one last

fey ecstatic moment
for the porous future
to mortalize and neglect.

About the Author

Bruce Boston has authored forty-seven books. His work has appeared in hundreds of publications, and received numerous awards, most notably, the Bram Stoker Award, the Asimovís Readers Award, the Rhysling Award, and the Grandmaster Award of the Science Fiction Poetry Association. For more information, visit his website at
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