ing fools might have something to fill their empty brains and furnish them with silly chatter. They would find my mutilated body, clawed as though by a mountain lion flung into a shallow grave—beneath the sixth tree.
But I shall not lose! When this night curdles into dawn I shall stuff their filthy graves, stamping the dirt upon them until it fills their mouths and blinds their staring eyes. And the tree? I shall leave it to wring its bony hands for ever in impotent chagrin.
But why am I lingering here? It is time for the game to begin and—they are waiting.
The Star-Gazer Climbs
By HAZEL BURDEN
Bind my hair upon my head,
Fasten up my shoon;
Tonight I travel far and far
Toward the golden moon.
Tonight I tread the Milky Way
On prism paths of stars,
And journey through the Pleiades,
And set my foot on Mars.
I shall go far on eager feet,
Straight through the Milky Way,
And scatter star-dust all around
On those who bid me stay.
But I’ll return to earth again,
Though on reluctant feet,
To walk on patterned paths once more
In raiment straight and neat.
And you will never know, my dear,
And you will never care
To climb the heights that I have climbed,
Or do the deeds I’d dare.
