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No Power in the ‘Verse
He aims to misbehave does Cap’n Mal,
Peripatetic rebel ~ just because.
Serenity’s the name and rationale
He gave his little piece of Earth-that-was.
Zoe’s got his back and Book his soul
Inara owns his heart, if he but knew;
Simon has a River to control
Wash and Jayne and Kaylee round the crew.
Bedeviling Blue Sun seems all the game
To wrest away the spoils Alliance took.
Any job with honor bears no shame
It fits the hold, it’s worth a second look.
He’s simply drawn to trouble – it’s a knack.
No power in the ‘Verse can hold him back.
-- Ellen Shipley
This will be our 40th issue of the Fighter Poem Collection. We've been doing them for 20 of their 34 years. The first one was in our Principality days, A.S. XI, spring of '77. We started doing them fall of '91.
Ironically this will be one of our smallest books, with only 16 contenders. Sadly it will also contain some elegies for Rorik, who just died in China.
Elegy for a Garden Lizard
Little sun basker, stretching in the light
Soaking up rays your singular delight
Sidewalk surfer, always under foot
Darting and dashing when you should stay put
Stucco trekker, clamoring up the wall
Tiny tree hugger, wonder you don’t fall
Sure-footed gripper, snacking on a gnat
Patio streaker, quicker than the cat
Grass blade wriggler, leaving naught a wake
Skittering lightly, stealthy as a snake
Suburban jungle wee backyard creeper
Sad grim victim of the rotary Reaper.
-- Ellen Shipley