NEW PATENT LEATHER
SCREAMING SHOES
Hold steady the running horse now that
the barn's been burned and broken. There's
nothing left to hold, these reins have no
meaning at all. I've thrown a hot cinder
onto the hay, hoping for something to
happen. I recall quite well how last
time the whole town was engulfed.
The cemetery ridge held its shape,
though bodies were seen escaping.
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There's nothing to witness better than
that - old bundles of bones taking
life, and running. It sounded like a
fury or a ferment, all screaming
and grinding its noise.
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I stayed too late at the fair, I think;
for this night should long ago
have been ending.
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