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kirax2 is amazing and wonderful and awesome! How wonderful and awesome is she? Not only did she send me TWO amazing amazing wonderful omg I'm so happy I can't finish a sentence books (Poems and The Dove with the Bough of Olive, both by Dunstan Thompson), she also wrote me amazing beautiful wonderful fic for this poem, which is my favorite in the world (and by the author of the books above):

THIS TALL HORSEMAN, MY YOUNG MAN OF MARS

This tall horseman, my young man of Mars,
Scatters the gold dust from his hair, and takes
Me to pieces like a gun. The myth forsakes
Him slowly. Almost mortal, he shows the scars
Where medals of honor, cut-steel stars,
Pin death above the heart. But bends, but breaks
In his hand, my love, whose wrecked machinery makes
Time, the inventor, weep through a world of wars.
Guilt like a rust enamels me. I breed
A poison not this murdering youth may dare
In one drop of blood to battle. No delight
Is possible. Only at parting do we need
Each other; together, we are not there
At all. Love, I farewell you out of sight.

 - Dunstan Thompson
   "This Tall Horseman, My Young Man of Mars"
   From Lament for the Sleepwalker

I seriously love this guy's poetry. And now that I have three of his (I think) four books, I'm going to have to look into scan-to-texting at least some of it for public consumption, because it really can't be had online, and that is a damned dirty shame.