Previously from Annalisa Quinn: A new Sappho poem. Film critic Alice Mays Foamed at the mouth And foretold the end of days. The New Yorker’s Harry St Crownable Proved himself unputdownable -- The needle missed the vein, and he Fled the euthanizer, hooting with glee. The Times’ stalwart Hugo Balwart With a judiciously-timed riposte Slew the boar, and ate its dripping heart.

But you’re always saying Charaxus is coming

With a full ship. That much, I think, only Zeus

knows, him and all of the gods.

It isn’t right for you to think you know these things.

But send me as a messenger,

to offer many prayers to Queen Hera

That Charaxus might arrive here

with his ship unharmed

And find us safe.