Heavy steel river twisting slowly past.
Sharp edged snow hissing down.
In grey silence, neck pulled down,
stiletto beak shrouded by ominous hunched shoulders,
He stands like a one-legged sinister priest
ready to proclamation some arcane truth
while the Canadians circle above him:
Irreverent parishioners of some demented sect.
Harry Kiracofe
Durango