Cutting out across the music

that last scene cut into the black

with the music carrying on

for a few seconds more

before then cutting out suddenly

and starting off again

with a breath of air

carrying across the forest

as the light replaces the darkness

framing the sky

unto a red-rimmed sunset,

 

 

totemic in silence

turning the end into a new beginning

running down the lane

alongside the sea

as your horse leapt

over the barrier

your bullets flying across the screen

one more time

playing out the her

until the screen blushes red

in blood

and the screams of the killers

echo forever in our thoughts

in the early Autumn rain.

(From my book 'Birth of Autumn')

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