Five Poems
Jamie McKendrick, 4 April 2002
“... For Now I’m up in my watchtower, keeping watch over the beasts of the field, now few enough, the fowls of the air and the crooked ways of men, through binoculars, when the doorbell rings like a tinkling cymbal. Half-dressed, I bound downstairs and find two women who smile at me and ask me what I think of the Bible’s predictions for the future? Myself, I think it’s safer to predict the past and start to intone: Sufficient unto the day are the evils thereof ... ”