Is it here that this soldier fell,
the grotesque legs in a wide sprawl,
in the flat of the newsreel?
Or yesterday in Italy
that he clutched at the falling sky,
in defenseless agony?
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Soldier Body, Jerusalem
By Oliver Hale
This is nothing but ragtag and bobtail,bears no relation to him; those wide eyes,through which runs a river of emptiness, their human history do not reveal. For the tongue is […]
Where Unimaginably Bright
By Oliver Hale
My least height flowers late with budsnot opened yet upon the sun;I feel them as late summer broods on barkswhich autumn winds have won.Am I not soil as well as […]
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