Sunday, April 09, 2006

Excerpt from "Elena Ceauçescu's Bed" by W.D. Snodgrass

There'll be just one bed, too soon, for us all.
What empire's hacked out by the meek, the kind?
The lioness kills; the lion feasts; the small
Bury their noses in what's left behind.

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