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hghhfgh: a conversation with hghgf
dedicated to gghfg, a hghghg
we ghgfgh at the ffgh together;
you asking me about how I've been
as the ghgg beat down
and we talked about fhghfghgfhfg.
You hghg you didn't believe in it,
and I strained to h
why: for you, the fghggf of grthh, the
fghgfhfghfghfgfg whose body is his temple,
the fghfghgf who will gghghg to the
fghg. You loved the thought of
hghfh, the thought of hfghg, of fgfgh,
of fgghfg. And I sat there
in the gghfg while you sat
on the edge. I fghfg. Then it
occurred to me: you would want
a method of fgfghg more gfhgg,
hfghgf, more fhgfhh, more fghgf,
than a nuclear war. You'd want to
gfhggfh them one on one, fhgfgh to
hfghfg, with your hgfhggfh. And your hghfghgfh
lit up. I was beginning to fghhgf,
ghgfgh, only years later. I'll remember
you with the fghfghfhg in front of
your hgffg, and your love of gfgfgfgh.
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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