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I spring joy out of my rib cage
Like a flash of pigeons flying North
South here in Mississippi, Florida

I celebrated Thanksgiving Day 1967 in a sandbagged underground bunker at a Marine outpost called Con Thien on the southern edge of the Vietnamese demilitarized zone. It wasn’t much of a celebration. I’m told that in Vietnamese Con Thien mea...

In the night shop’s Gothic theater,
where unstrung carcasses of violins
and cellos are laid out on tables