[lit-ideas] Tuesday Poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Tue, 19 Sep 2006 11:00:00 -0700
Candle to cry by
The land was black
And arose live and rolling
As two wheels spun to a stop
With a roar (there had been
A beat of hooves before).
The riders in the light
Of a flare had come
From a hardness to shine,
Shine their leather red
Hands burnished like blood.
The time was burning
With the moon to read by,
He had the charges.
A dog in the distance howled;
Crickets crawled away.
In the flare bored eyes
Noted the long hair,
Black boots, rigid limbs,
The blood dried
In the bullet holes.
Horses glistened in the night,
Listened to the dog howl.
Sentries, whispering sentries
In the flare's light
Made crosses in the dark.
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