Prince Igor at First Light

Prairie Fire - - BILL HOWELL - BILL HOW­ELL

Things were much bet­ter when I rode with At­tila & drove an Etzel.

In those days, the choral parts were ter­rific. Even the in­ci­den­tal mu­sic got its chance to set­tle old scores.

Any re­main­ing phrases hung in the for­est air like wet woodsmoke or the corpses of ex­e­cuted sen­tences.

The larger cause sus­pended life and rein­vested time it­self.

O, the sav­age verve of it.

The ruth­less gore & piti­less may­hem. The stench, the pan­de­mo­nium.

All that bru­tal off­hand cru­elty.

My heart was con­stantly on alert.

The tree gods gave us their bless­ings.

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