Beyond Convergence: The Whistle Dying
by
Bob MacKenzie


Midnight rolls on down the line
Incisive: No Coyote this,
Howling darker prairie worlds
In passing sullen rumble;

Gone the whistle mistlike spread
Across the land, the fire breath
Steamborne passing Manitou:
Type of Gods we dream no more.


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