Preempting The Rider
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it is, always and forever, the season of death.

summer, again
on his white horse
the black snake of the road writhing
asphalt-dark beneath the burning of his hooves.
he comes-

in fire and in flood,

acrid smoke and the storm-sound of helicopter overhead,

you carry the magnolia inside you now
and it blooms under your skin-

[a tooth at the back of your mouth
erupts at an angle,
a radiant pain you are afraid to have
torn from the citadel of your skull.]

he comes in ripples and daisy-chains.

you sleep fitfully,
and dream of-

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