A lone rider on a thin dark frame
cast no shadow of a former self
along the dust of a morning road.
A false sun rose in the west.
A vaporized city cooled and fell on
a lone rider on a thin dark frame
leaving him bronzed in a gaze
at one final flash.
From one last war to end all wars
history recorded and
a lone rider on a thin dark frame
found eternity.
In a park that was once a city,
on the edge of Man Crater Lake,
he was placed as a reminder,
a lone rider on a thin dark frame.
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