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Rumination

imprisoned rider

scratched face

slapped by dense

pine-needled branches


bullet beneath

direct descent

allergic to the

sweltering mountain


pleas to be bucked

silenced by roaring hoofs

indignant snorts

grinding teeth


stirrups clutch his feet

reins wrap his wrists

bursting into a clearing

village compassed by a street


glimpses of a cuckold

truck in tow

evicted from his home


soil spread on a

mint condition coffin

the funeral concludes


a child crying

pressed against a shed

by an imposing father


circuit complete

images imprinted on

hollow eyes, registering

the approaching tree line


ascent commences

begging begins in this

hell of unbridled memory





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