The scattered books on my side of the bed,
Torn covers, broken backs, and the hacked limbs—
A fortress in defeat, or under siege,
At best a losing battle.
from Kenneth Fields' "Separate Camp," Classic Rough News
Complete poem available here.
A bang, not a whimper
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