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The White Tank Mountains
are West of Phoenix.

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It's been a while
since I've been there.

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And this is a poem
about a sunset.

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Lord, help us.

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Another poem about sunsets.

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But it's a poem about
spending the night

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and watching the sun go
down called "White Tanks"

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"When the sun goes down over
the White Tank Mountains

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and the sternum of
the Earth collapses,

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when the sun goes down and for
miles below, the marshes settle

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with birds, up in
the crags the bears

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turn around once and feeling
the stars come sleep.

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I take off my buckle.

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The eyes of my boots roll off
and lie in the rubble, pearls

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and cold seeds.

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The stone man inside me
stands, gall on his lips.

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The last light shining
through his ribs

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and surrounded by wolves.

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The winds of the
dark ranges spinning.

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I stretch on a
narrow bench of sand.

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Rock for a pillow, hands
frozen to my sides.

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As the horde marches over
the horizon fills my mouth,

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water fills my
lungs, my teeth sing.

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As the mountain circle beneath
them, the mud on my ribs

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falls in."

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