Adding my voice to those remembering the lyrical, savage, funny and
wonderful Ed Dorn, but not trusting myself to type out a whole work,
here's a snippet from the last poem of his I saw, full of black humour
and language play, it's in Denver Q. v34#1, from a sequence _Chemo
Sabe_, this one's _Chemo du Jour: The Impeachment on Decadron_ and it
ends:
And Lo now the Taxol infusion clears the atmosphere
where I see the Superbowl completely superseded
by the _superblow_, O yes, praise the Tree Lord,
now it is time to go.
RC
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