Joe Zaccardi




Father

The wizard casts a spell over his children.
He tells them of the dark green forest
and the house made of gingerbread,
then he says Sleep now, says their names
over and over. His voice is musical, his voice beautiful.
He turns off the light and chants: yellow bells,
stone chimes, moon guitars and red drums,
bamboo flutes carved with phoenix wings
and dragon heads.