25 May 2007 | Vol. 7, No. 1

Campfire Overthrow

by SARAH BYKER JAMES

At the campfire, they sang, "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down."

I drank beer from a can and passed around a bottle of whiskey.

My chair took me in—it sank me in with the guitar, the banjo, the sound

of a campfire rendition of "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down."

I saw through the ceiling of stars, and heard them bring Him down

with their smoke signal or torch song, their variation on the tired plea.

At the campfire, they sang, "Satan, Your Kingdom Must Come Down."

I drank beer from a can and passed around a bottle of whiskey.