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On horseback, death and a peacock sit,
Waiting silently for the next turn of the bend.
The peacock stirs, death blinks,
They move forward together in time.
The peacock moves forward, his head always turned to see where he has been,
Death goes ever onward, searching for the present prey.
Unforeseen movement in the past startles the peacock and he flees,
Death sees him for the first time and lifts gently off the horse in pursuit.
Waiting silently for the next turn of the bend.
The peacock stirs, death blinks,
They move forward together in time.
The peacock moves forward, his head always turned to see where he has been,
Death goes ever onward, searching for the present prey.
Unforeseen movement in the past startles the peacock and he flees,
Death sees him for the first time and lifts gently off the horse in pursuit.