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A FUGUE REMEMBERING THE PUEBLO

"he bit his lip" & "he pressed his fingers into his eyes"

"trembling" & "starting to weep"

The instruments have gotten out of hand.

No whit-hatted admiral could smash them now.

No Hercules stepping out of a bronze with his club.

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I WANTED TO TAKE MY LIFE BUT I COULDN'T DO IT

He killed it. He killed he said.

It took him 4 mos. but he killed it.

He urinated on it he confessed.

(the plant that the prison guard gave him)   So I hated life sayeth the preacher   (Before we had "classics" & before "machines")

I WANTED TO TAKE MY LIFE BUT I COULDN'T DO IT

A whole generation of saplings

in our twenties in the sixties

the 23-year-old lieutenants

Wanted to live.

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