Monday, May 29, 2006

Red Lane

A woman my grandfather gave whiskey
had a portrait of Robert E. Lee in every room;
General Lee, that is, Great Nineteenth Century Historian
of the Netherlands. May she accept this distraught bouquet.

THE WORD IS MY WITNESS

THE WRITER LIVED
TO TELL THE TALE:
THE KILLING & THE TELLING,
RAIN, A JAIL, THE BLOOD, THE SPILLING & THE SWELLING,

BUT WHY ON EARTH
SHE BROKE HIS HEART
HE TRULY COULD NOT SAY.
WE ALL MUST DIE BUT NOT TODAY.