muscle and bone and alcohol
three in the morning siren call
haunted by the shape of a body
echoing thoughts; the city’s empty
panther haunches move across
a day burned out by what you’ve done
it can’t be shared with god
you can’t be absolved
holding a promise as wide as America
by the time they tore you down
you were exiled
inspiration hits with a gut punch
concrete broken on a page a day
anything more is an excess
turn the page for Irwin Shaw
he’s under every step you walk
The name returns like a sudden hiss of hot air - one of a group
of writers that came to attention after WW2 for their hardhitting style. I think you have to be of a certain vintage - or otherwise a
seeker (or accidental discoverer) of a particular style and subject matter - to know the name nowadays.
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Robert C Gaulke
Tue 30th Nov 2021 23:22
All of the above? B