Silvaire Roadhouse/IF-49.288

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In Literature

Crabs Poet Laureatre Runolfio Peeper wrote the following about Roadhouse:

On the sunless day when we
lost Tillman Henderson—that real
heel—a sudden swell of cool
air swept through the stands, and we
all turned toward the bay beyond the left
field bleachers where a silky school
of fish burst from the depths, and we
saw Silvaire—the matador to strike
the gods—the saloon-born sheriff straight
from Haiti. So spoke Silvaire then, and we
fraught fans listened: “I come to sing
words of wisdom to starve out sin:
never underestimate your rival, and we
best expect the unexpected, a thin
chance can bloom to the point we gin
up fantastic wins, and forever more we
must be nice.” Silvaire strode to bat with jazz
horns as a walk-up tune, the June
sun burning behind the moon, and we
heard them say, “Pain don’t hurt, for we die
Anyways, always, burning and soon.”