The Genghis Khan Exhibit Comes to Music City
The Great Khan has come to Nashville without his horde-- the Mongol lord rides alone down Lower Broad past country music dives and "I'm so lonesome I could cry" . . .
The Great Khan has come along with all his relics and his bones: the warrior restless for new worlds to ravage; his soul still animate behind the fierce bronze face-plate.
The Great Khan has come, his spirit-horse moves slow-- unimpressed by plateglass and plastic and neon rainbow-- and a little shocked too by this thing never seen: a city not worth conquering.
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