Led by Her Antlers

by Mary E. Lowd

The crystals in her antlers
Picking up signals
Long forgotten sigils
Worked into radio waves
Oscillating like sine waves
Drawing her inexorably toward…
She doesn’t know
But she must go
For the message, though unclear
Leaves her completely sure:
She must go onward

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