You ask me why I live here,
but how else could I live?
I sit down at a cherry table
built with my own hands
and hex nuts and instructions,
lean my temple for a minute
on our lemon-yellow wall,
which is the other side
of someone else's kitchen.
The cinder block is cool.
A neighbor vacuums upstairs.
Our kettle blows a cloud.
Have a cigarette, won't you?
Until I knew I was invisible, I could not walk here.
This mud is held together with wire.
Now walk with me and you will be safe.
Men rose from holes in the wood.
"Surrender!" they shouted, "No surrender!"
we shouted, and we died
and rose from holes in the wood.
"Crikey!" cried a cockney lad. "Crikey!"
Have a cigarette, won't you?
Then some fellow says cease fire,
for God's sake, we are here,
but how is one to tell?
This mud is held together with wire.
On one occasion their escape
was due to the cunning
of a young lieutenant who spoke German.
Our "tanks" are a lark, but when one
takes a direct shell, mind you,
bones rattle on the inside.
Stay with me, I am immune to shell-fire.
When there is no visibility, they ride
to Amiens for a "binge."
Have a cigarette, won't you?
They drink cocktails and cheap champagne
and roar and flirt with girls.
If not allowed out of their tents, they play
the gramophone, read novelettes.
It's simply mind over matter.
Look just there! Our brave salamanders in action!
It was a narrow shave. A beastly shell
covered me over with a ton of earth.
And here is the last hotel.
The girl here knows my particulars
better than I know myself.
Have a cigarette, won't you?
The Kaiser's cousin is said to be
in a secret grave under the monastery,
though the Kaiser has petitioned the pope.
What the Germans call unternahrung,
a devilish business.
Children, consumptive girls,
men from whom all vitality has gone.
Let me show you.
We have won a place the shape of a map
of South America, roughly, to another scale.
The windmill, the chalk pit,
the wood, the sugar factory,
all have fallen or will fall in time.
Have a cigarette, won't you?
(Post something, post anything, post pieces, babble. Just get your nerve back. It can all be fixed or deleted.)
"Undone"
[tinkling piano]
When the man I've stilettoed for
Bedded in petto for
Faked a falsetto for
Kneeled down and froze...
Heaven knows, heaven knows
what I've done and undone
Heaven knows
When the man who I've waited for,
Starved and bad-dated for,
Crouched and fellated for,
Wouldn't propose...
Heaven knows, heaven knows
what I've done and undone
Heaven knows
Now I'm changing my tune. [music shifts here, of course]
I'm no longer in denial
White gowns ain't my style
Won't be dragged up the aisle
By some smirch.
But forget being married,
the way that I've carried
on I won't be buried
in any church.
God, forgive me,
but I'd rather live
with a temporary man...
We sang Hawaiian songs on the beach
Remember wickie-wickie-wickie
Weialala leia
Wallala leialala
Wickie-wackie honeymoon
You rolled up your trousers
and beat me blue in a floral shirt
the last time you looked at me
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On the first day, the first of July,
Lieutenant Zeno went over the top.
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On the first day, General Haig
spread twenty thousand brains,
fifty tons avoirdupois,
of raw human brain
on a thin slice of France.
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It's not as if they hadn't
thrown enough brains at it.
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A chaplain, who looked,
found no atheists in foxholes
or saints in the field