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DOG: a conversation with DOG
dedicated to DOG, a DOG
we DOG at the DOG together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the V beat down
and we talked about DOG.
You DOG you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to DOG
why: for you, the DOG of DOG, the
DOG whose body is his temple,
the DOG who will DOG to the
DOG. You loved the thought of
DOG, the thought of DOG, of DOG,
of DOG. And I sat there
in the DOG while you sat
on the edge. I DOG. Then it
occurred to me: you would want
a method of DOG more DOG,
DOG, more DOG, more DOG,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to
DOG them one on one, DOG to
DOG, with your DOG. And your DOG
lit up. I was beginning to DOG,
DOG, only years later. I'll remember
you with the DOG in front of
your DOG, and your love of DOG.
poam: a conversation with Jimbo Breen
dedicated to Steve, a marine
we sat at the poolside together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the sun beat down
and we talked about nuclear war.
You said you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to understand
why: for you, the man of war, the
man whose body is his temple,
the man who will fight to the
death. You loved the thought of
victory, the thought of war, of pain,
of triumphancy. And I sat there
in the swimming pool while you sat
on the edge. I paused. Then it
occurred to me: you would want
a method of fighting more direct,
slower, more painful, more personal,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to
fight them one on one, man to
man, with your fists. And your eyes
lit up. I was beginning to understand,
now, only years later. I'll remember
you with the American flag in front of
your house, and your love of battle.
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