Sylvia knew Larry knew, and Larry knew she knew she [...]

Today I wrote me last Vietnam poem, fifteen years after the fact. [...]

I.  First Light   My boys, haggard and dazed slept [...]

Water from a spigot screwed to the belly of a [...]

On those days his name is called he hungers for [...]

Gottdammit, gentlemen, the old Nazi swore in a nightmare accent, [...]

The young corporal wants his arms back, and his girlfriend, [...]

for Stephen Spender   All that’s left is thunder now [...]

I see them hobbling down foothills where I live now [...]