Monday, April 17, 2017

Vietnam War Poetry: Goddamnedvietnam Like Götterdämmerung

Goddamnedvietnam Like Götterdämmerung by Jane Teresa Tassi

Racing eating roses
through lime trees
ceaseless sadnesses
and chinese trees--

I've come to a pond
of young animal. He is
fur and syrup and bullet--

A bomb. Sh, rush. Flute delicate
and warm; has eaten lunch the
size of a swan from the shoulders--

Embalm him with ineffables impalpables
snow, stones
Take him to the mountain bottom.
Leave him for food for the moon.

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