Premonition

In the premonition
they were unknown
save for being uniformed
and definitely out of town

You resisted then
your wire frame spine
ribs and thighs
possessed of lightning

Their latex hands
pressed, unyielding
the clink and grunt
of implements on their belts.

In the premonition
you were young
and I wore the scars
they pinned on you

Covered them with
sleeves and jeans
and wrapped my feet
in shoes until

The premonition was true
and now you were unknown
save the awful things
we knew that you had done

And now you were still, slow
cigarette and radio
smoke and song cleft
by the seal of the wagon

and the press
of premonition