The Bobbsey Twins
… and a distribution was made to each
in accordance with his need.
I pull on the wool sock
over my cold foot and
it’s your poem a slender
waisted woman and a Yanqui’s
hands squeezing to
her death. Almost. Then
there’s those two the least
of us Americanos
Dick the Crooked Smile
and Henry the Kiss a Death.
Pardone Tio Pablo.
Eight of Diamonds - Pablo Neruda