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To Have Danced with Death
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To Have Danced with Death The black sergeant first class who stalled us on the ramp didn't kiss the ground either. When two hearses sheened up to the plane & government silver-gray coffins rolled out on silent chrome coasters, did he feel better? The empty left leg of his trousers shivered as another hearse with shiny hubcaps inched from behind a building . . . his three rows of ribbons rainbowed over the forest of faces through plate glass. Afternoon sunlight made surgical knives out of chrome & brass. He half smiled when the double doors opened for him like a wordless mouth taking back promises. The room of blue eyes averted his. He stood there, searching his pockets for something: maybe a woman's name & number worn thin as a Chinese fortune. I wanted him to walk ahead, to disappear through glass, to be consumed by music that might move him like Sandman Sims, but he merely rocked on his good leg like a bleak & soundless bell. 46 ...