6094. CATTLE CAKES AND CAR STAIRS

CATTLE CAKES 
AND CAR STAIRS

Was that the battle mentioned; the one with the

twenty horses on a far-flung field? Where some

Colonel Somebody lost control and shot five of

his own artillery men in a vengeance? Is that how

they won that war? I do think I read about that.

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Now anybody savvy enough to nap the nickel would

clasp the bell, announce intentions, and bring forth

every man he could : sabers and bullets and guns.

When I visit that field these days, it's all brambles

and tree-trunks and shrubs. They've told me that,

somewhere beneath this soil, are the remains,

probably, of about 1500 men  -  like some old

dry-docked Serbian terror-field, soaked and nasty

with blood. That may be true. Difference to you?

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I'm tired of history, and tired of tomorrow and

tired of today. Nothing left for me to do and

little left to say  -  maggots with magazines,

people misunderstanding everything anyway,

gallops and gulps, like dick-filled mouths in

a prison hallway. I can't be there then, and I

most certainly won't be there now.

Find me a woman with class.