since no one ever talks about his poems. which there werent many of. and when they do, they talk shit, we will stoke you with one of his war poems.
"Killed Piave"
Desire and All the sweet pulsing aches And gentle hurtings That were you, Are gone into the sullen dark. Now in the night you come unsmiling To lie with me A dull, cold, rigid bayonet On my hot-swollen, throbbing soul
