Army of Shadows

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Love has meaning for me
I once laid
I’d want to be killed.
ESSAY ON THE PROBLEM OF THE
of condemned men.

your transmissions.
the walls with explosives.
You can suffocate.
her real identity
our game before lights out.

The walls are paper-thin.
Those are the givens
nothing but memories.
It’s a cone-shaped container
After you’re gone.

The Catholic teacher
without a sound, as usual.
Do it the right way.
like a frightened animal.
Nothing’s sacred anymore.

a safer spot.
to swallow his cyanide capsule
See to your arm and thigh.
whom I still love,
We always confide

The cellar connects
Nothing at all.
You’ll find a razor on the table.
TRANSFINITE AND CONTINUUM
Memorize it.

and unable to commit suicide.
I store up heat.
You know her memory.
Traveling salesman.
NO ADMITTANCE

His wishes came true
died one night
In the shooting range,
To each his own troubles.
Nothing in writing.

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