in the morgue, our museum
another body on the pile
identified, unidentified
no camera to put down
crawling in front of
Robert Lowell, the Union dead
—another exhibit, restricted
a toe tag, a bit of advice
the headline—"relevance"
time for clean-up, calling out the troops—
yes, the difference? whose job is it?
the historic arrest of the historic
yes, the difference?
Kent State and Neil Young
daisy in the gun
but no more the mums
On a Beautiful Walnut Finish Plaque
Finished perfect
A lovely striped trout, and such a good mount—
Boy, you made a good catch
Like all trophies, when you take them apart
There’s a bolt through the center
A nut to hold the dipped-gold figure
And another game of golf
On 9-11 as a conspiracy theory or on the strangeness of historical comparisons.
Verhuelten Reichstag, Reichstag of my dreams
yet that artist was only fiddling, or Vietnam is a lot like World War I
in cellophane when Rome burned
elf-neun
Die Knechtschaft dauert nur mehr kurze Zeit
It's the American way
"We will put an end to . . . ." . . . March 23, 1933
William Tecumseh Sherman marched his army to the sea
mit uns or against us
Marinus van der Lubbe
When asked for a bio, Jeff Crouch said:
"In the Dallas-Forth Worth metroplex of Texas.
Culture as history, politics, and art, the conjunction thereof.
Time as Moebius strip.
Splicing poetry into it."