Philip
Whalen wrote in 'The War Poem for Diane di Prima,' 3rd
section, called 'The War. The Empire':
When the Goths came into Rome
They feared the Senators were gods
Old men, each resolutely throned at his own house door.
When they finally come to Akron, Des Moines, White Plains,
The nomads will laugh as they dismember us.
Other nations watching will applaud.
They'll be no indifferent eye, nary a disinterested ear.
We'll screech and cry.
They feared the Senators were gods
Old men, each resolutely throned at his own house door.
When they finally come to Akron, Des Moines, White Plains,
The nomads will laugh as they dismember us.
Other nations watching will applaud.
They'll be no indifferent eye, nary a disinterested ear.
We'll screech and cry.
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