Love the ending, Hal. And is there a political poetry (here)?
It's the shifts, & the well stolen phrases that do it....
Doug
On 13-Sep-06, at 10:05 AM, Halvard Johnson wrote:
> Sonnet: Final Deprivations
>
> Save me from the censorious widows, offshoots of the noble
> branch, the “big tent” of American Protestantism. Imaginary
> fables, their truculent in-laws. But why focus exclusively on
> facts the average American grad student might be expected
>
> to know? One hopes that they might someday exceed one’s
> expectations, but doesn’t hold one’s breath. Ideological
> functions—every text has them, so let’s be clear on that.
> Trujillo’s barbarity tests the ethics of the left, although some
>
> create small revolutionary episodes that put the right to shame.
> When complete, our investigations leave five heads rolling
> on a Michoacan dancefloor. Who could ask for anything more?
> Finally, we didn’t know whether they’d been kidnapped
>
> in broad daylight from lower Fifth Avenue, or raptured up,
> the usual crowd of infidels looking on from a nearby lobby.
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> Hal
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