raise your arms for victorynndrink to love, drink to mennwe’ll start overnnwe’ll start new this timennwith all stars and shadownnand we’re all stars, I know, I knownnaround a thanks-giving moonnna misty light imprecise and still from a jagged bright sickle moonnnthe big man stared him down in the middle afternoonnnhid the blood and the metalnnwith his handsnnwith his hands, with his hands...nnoh, is that a star?nnoh, shallow victory...