Epic Monuments by Anthony Bernstein © 2008 There fall empires from my carnal lips with every splintered sentence my throat coughs. My voice thunders to nurture vast fields of palsied limbs. I weep the brittle bones of my subjects – tears of laughter out orbs of ceramic. I bathe in quicksilver bile, drain barrels of nectar into great canal before jagged rows of parched tongues. My ruby shadow precedes me. By my word the people construct epic monuments. A phantom army stands sentry at my tomb.

 

Anthony G. Bernstein is a freelance writer from Providence, Rhode Island who is an active member of the SFPA. Since 2004 he has contributed his unique brand of poetry and fiction to dozens of publications, including Helix, Star Line, Cthulhu Sex Magazine, Illumen, Poesy, and Abyss & Apex.

Bernstein is also a seasoned musician and songwriter. He has written songs for several rock groups in the role of band guitarist. You can visit him at his My Space site: http://www.myspace.com/tonybernstein, as well as at his website: www.anthonybernstein.net.

Bernstein shares his home with several housecats.

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