Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

Eye darkened, his nostrils flared.

Lit bareback out of the barn. —Ansel Elkins
The other men said, /He’ll bury you/
The other men said, He’ll bury you
/in the wind./
in the wind.
Like an archer
Like an archer
Stringing his final bow on the battlefield,
Stringing his final bow on the battlefield,
You drew tight the reins,
You drew tight the reins,
Lit bareback out of the barn. —Ansel Elkins
Lit bareback out of the barn.
—Ansel Elkins

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