Tumult
Outlanders are the salvation of shapes the tailored jut of shoulders the square thighs face-handlebars centaur-pilots half a century ago. In that turbine of silences beneath the threshold of eternity they fought winds, pitched lances amid the clouds. That is why the city endures. Those yawed warriors of the far country with their rotors and uniforms they were the last servants of our lady of swords.
--Gabriel Olearnik
Gabriel Olearnik studied medieval history at University College, London. He is currently an attorney and practices corporate law. His first book of poetry, Amor de Lohn, is forthcoming.
