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Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
...
All the proud fathers are ashamed to go home.
Their women cluck like starved pullets,
Dying for love.
And nobody would commit suicide, only
To find beyond death
Bridgeport, Ohio.
I lean back, as the evening darkens and comes on.
A chicken hawk floats over, looking for home.
I have wasted my life.
Whatever it was I lost, whatever I wept for
Was a wild, gentle thing, the small dark eyes
...
Come down. Come down. Why dost
Thou hide thy face?
I have gone forward with
Some, a few lonely some.
They have fallen to death.
I die with them.
To speak in a flat voice
Is all that I can do.
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