Shantih Journal 3.1 - Page 23

Sundogs john sibley williams — for Charlottesville This isn’t how I’m told halos work. Two mock suns lighting up the low horizon, as if competing for grace-giving, as if at war with each other. The bor- ders of their brief bodies converging in one great arc flanking then eclipsing the real. An imagined architecture of virtue. A pure white history. Torch- light flickers & feasts, flickers & feasts, flickers & feasts. Whatever men think they stand for, the old gods are toppling. 23