Silvaire Roadhouse/IF-49.288

Rumor / Community Lore
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In Literature

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.”