Sunday, April 09, 2006

Excerpt from "Elena Ceau├žescu'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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