What can YOU say in six sentences?
The town, paintless blisters and unseeing eyes, its echoed regret decomposing, indifferent.
The mouth harp and crickets ring sadness that died in the dust back in June.
Glory-hole angels rain down now on autumn, flies feast on geldings asleep in the mud, wagons rust; the lake boils, spits ghosts...
What did she see that took her away?
What in his eyes stirred the seas and brought hurricanes winging?
What is the devil but dust come to reclaim the dew?