Queen's Quarterly

Queen's Quarterly
Queen's Quarterly

Appendix IV

AN Grace


And in my wake
I leave only black


Dodo. Dinosaur.
The tongue of history waits to devour you


In the cornfield, the boy sips from the pond. I see him drowning,    with no way to help.
He wanted to be Saddam Hussein or Al Capone. Genghis Khan or Osama bin Laden. General Pinochet
or Bernie Madoff.

* poem, in its entirety, is available in the printed version of the current issue.


AN Grace is a writer living in Liverpool, England. His works of fiction and poetry have appeared or are forthcoming in Free Inquiry, Young Magazine, the Racket, and Haight Ashbury Literary Journal, among other publications.