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by tremens


The piece is a
Going into the war with
red women dancing to distract
soldiers grasping at old faces with
abandon – the last time
us ghastly and waiting
not daring to eat
– this last immortal moment will breathe for
unnumbered minutes as later,
Somehow,
A horse cascades in

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Behind, before every dance production hangs the last, immortal breath – until finally we are thrown into a pit of lights, swear, stomp, and mount our swords.