Under such a silver-lined sky I hurry, small under it, head bent in deep concern for this park’s walk, hellish and pulled ahead by my hell-bent beagle Sergeant. With my wind-filled black collar blown back, with a brown-and-white Sergeant ear wind-turned inside out, the pup pulls me on by empty park bench after empty park bench, empty benches without an old man to catch his hat from blowing off, empty benches without an old woman to rest her inflamed feet, empty benches into which lovers’ names remain engraved. We rush past the melancholic burnt oranges and rusts and deep purples of the fall trees along this walk only to overhear our vanquished futures spoken by the river’s dark water trickling over black rocks. And so we travel from the depths …show more content…
It has been said Chief Littlebean leaps off his mare and stumbles in- to Dances with Light’s wigwam and his Shawnee wife draws in her breath and clutches her heart when the bleeding ho we se of Chief Strongstalk, her dead lover, is flung before her naked feet. An End: A Dream in which I Die Hail nothing full of nothing, nothing is with thee. Ernest Hemingway, “A Clean Well Lighted Place” Black blood soaks and stains my castle towers. My midnight watchmen’s faces are cracked with footprint in mud. The Jester chuckles while sitting on my throne, And I hang, With both my wife and son, And rant and rave with a tongue Throttled out, And listen to the Jester’s punchline with two deaf ears dead— Above the usurped throne of The Kingdom of