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War
I spend too much time On Twitter, following The war—probably On the wrong side— Nothing is in me to care. The helmetcam clips, First-person shooters…
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The Afterlife
Here the palm and lawn, Under the hard order Of corporate hand, Flourish in the crisp, Enclaved behind a wall: “Putting the Rico back In Puerto Rico…
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Propaganda
The highest art is propaganda. Virgil and Shakespeare: propaganda. Eisenstein: propaganda. Leonardo: propaganda. We only think of bad propaganda— Or…
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Sedition
I “Power, like a ball of fire,” Wrote Solzhenitsyn Of the Revolution, “Bounced from hand to hand Till it found a hand Hard enough to hold it.” The…
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Animal
In Portugal, with a plate And a rubber-tree leaf, I saved a mouse from the pool. He was drowning like a person, Like I would if the pool Had…
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Portugal
The Seuss stone-pines; The pattern sidewalks Of rock-print chips, Quarried black and white, Laid as work-relief; The cork-oaks, ripped Black to the…
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Cold Pleasure
“They have their beauty But night’s is better”—wrote Jeffers, in ‘51, On the quarrels of his age, The cold and world wars. Friends, the cold pleasure Of…
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Imperial Melodies
Poems for the end of history.

Imperial Melodies

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