Beware, beware — March is here, ides and all. This month, dear readers, we present a mysterial*, unearthly, fabulous poem to shake you out of your winter doldrums: The Abandoned Harems of the Soulless Ones, by John W. Sexton. This poem meets you on the street on a wet dark night, and takes you places you never imagined. Go ahead. Take its hand.
(*This is a proper word. Look it up, kids.)