I like to think I've seen one
Or two, stalled in the Utah
Desert under the Book Cliffs.
I certainly saw rail cars,
Explosively colorful
Against the sandstone, tagged
With garish graffiti, parked
Against the next end of time.
Five thousand misunderstood
Trips around this small fat star,
Someone tried to explain us
To the gods, explain the gods
To us, why there were serpents
Thunder had to destroy.
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