Poem

Who shot the Alabama kid? Gunshow cock robin yields to lore. That’s not enough anymore. Chicago on the horizon. Invasions are everywhere. The mesquite trees are winning. It is time of year when the weather can’t settle – right before the assault of the histamines – painted by Nicolas Poussin. Something to look forward to at the bus stop or in the graveyard. I am told we are winning the war.

Seth Copeland

Poem

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