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there's a cruel crumpling sound from over yonder by the steeplechase
it's a sound of coming down like horses slamming on
the brakes it's the sound of a crowd, of an equine crowd
Hin the vacuum of its age
it's a sound coming down of an entirely different race
it's a sound coming down like il palio
sent splayed and sprawling into a cafe in an explosion of table legs and trays
it's a sound coming down like a chuckwagon when it strays
a little too far from the stampede days
and slams into the butterfly chase
that's the sound
coming down
