Poem: Apocalypse Then And Now

By: Alan Britt

apocalypse

When Robert E. Lee Clayton,
decked out in granny dress and bonnet,
wheeled and threw that Ninja star
into the burning forehead of a shivering horse thief,
we got a glimpse,
if only a microscopic hint,
of our beloved Colonel Kurtz.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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