2020, Marcos Cousseau. A procession begins in the blue- black gratitude between worlds,& the Rebirth Brass Band marches out of what little lightis left among the magnolia blooms. Step here, & one steps offthe edge of the world. Step there, & one enters the unholy hourwhere one face bleeds into another as a horse-drawn buggyrolls out of the last century, & the red-eyed seventeen-year locustgrows deeper into the old, hushed soil.