West Of Rome (Alone At Last)
The horizon behind me is ablaze,
the eastern sky gropes its wide line
for a pale sun shrouded somewhere within
the turgid smoke of an unnatural day for night
descending like a final curtain on a love
left charred as I ride out and alone
at last, somewhere west of Rome.
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