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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3480 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention The Silent Valley Eleanor Lattner There is a cavalry from afar I can hear their haunted hooves when they search the moon-drenced slope for men who have fled fields of dust and now cower by the faded corn that tomorrow I will gather in my skirts beneath the starkness of sun and feed to the men who dare not rise for what only I can hear. A shadow opens its wings over the senile old hills and then flies away with my heart in its mouth as I taste old blood in my own. My pulse flees across torn blankets of wheat that tomorrow I will place on the hearth in the comfort of heat before the cold of my heart returns with its own victory. |
