invoking mark twain but with quixote on the front burner
a slow learner
cast out samari cowboy on the dutch-asian border
with voice for a recorder
are the dead ones underneath or over head?
this is where we bled, some of us dead, two faces to make one head
does he look past or forward, sober somber stoned or honored?
left to wander lusting wounder, silent thunder from hills a sunder
thinking thoughtless brutal, dauntless
smallest sought to revive haunted faultless fountains
spanish soldier seeking solstice, novice saunter,
horses thirst for cleaner water
thick or thin the horizen fades, blazes trails in blood pools wades
reproaching wayfarer in seemless glory
silent picture tells the story