by Scott Terry
Dear Children of the Cathedral, gather around and hear my tale.
Thus begins the camp-fire story of many a post-Enlightenment father,
waving a flashlight under his chin while teaching his adopted Haitian children
the evils of latent European "racism". With every spooky
vibrato he instills in them the prejudice and conviction of
a new religious order:
"Once a year, when the moon is right, evil phantoms descend
onto a Tennessee State Park, to utter their wicked incantations and pray
to the long-dead gods of their ancestors..."
