Death of a Unicorn a unicorn has died in San Diego— (the zoo that is) of old age and disbelief— modern ills he could not mate being so long out of the wild his horn bent like a dagger handle from long disuse preservationists did their level best to ease his loneliness but he had lately taken to reading Kierkegaard and humming the symphonic poems of Richard Strauss under the shade of a banyantree imported from the Western Ghats of India he expired laying down in the heat of day— abnormal for a unicorn-- and uttering an unforgettable godforsaken cry: a whinny winnowing the wind off the hills of La Jollas tragic heights— he closed his ecstatic eyes shining like brilliant black billiard balls and exhaled his spirit which took the form of an ordinary white horse made only of sea foam salt and air cantering across the golf course past the Naval Base at Point Loma where his hooves hit water and dimpled the curling waves shimmering like reflected light breaking into ten thousand strings giving himself back into the wilderness that had willed him into being in the first place returning empty into that great refuge of the Western Ocean where all true things reside in light refracted in patterns of infinite reflection—
Posted on: Mon, 15 Dec 2014 22:08:39 +0000
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