*Film*
cars in a large swamped field, circling, multiple wash waves roiling the
silt around junk, engines hacking
an old man's head comes out between bars of a prison cell, too dapper to be
genuine
a wheel of fires, enclosing a dragon, rolling
writing in the sky; eyes abstracted from heads
low in the evening sky, the open grilles of a furnace door
the cars continue, one stuck near a shingle bar
glowing coals turn into windows
a square of torches held over heads
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