This poem is taken from PN Review 195, Volume 37 Number 1, September - October 2010.
End of a Fairy Tale
He was, of course, the first
of four and twenty to survive
the wood’s ordeal.
Creeper-throttled and thorn-pierced,
three and twenty princes swung behind
rotting each in a golden rind.
He gave God thanks, but to arrive
was not the miracle.
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