I actually enjoy Vogan poetry. Also Richard Brautigan, sometimes.
"ROMMEL DRIVES ON DEEP INTO EGYPT"
—San Francisco Chronicle headline
June 26, 1942
Rommel is dead.
His army has joined the quicksand legions
of history where the battle is always
a metal echo saluting a rusty shadow.
His tanks are gone.
How's your ass?
Richard Gary Brautigan (1935 – 1984)
Last edited by WT Sharpe; 06-24-2010 at 07:38 PM.
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