NEW PATENT LEATHER
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.
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.
I stayed too late at the fair, I think;
for this night should long ago
have been ending.