Poets

Many years later, while contemplating beauty as order, he would think of them: gamecocks sharpening their claws for a scrap, and how

Be it a whisper, be it a raspy cough, whatever sets it off is soon forgotten, the high faint rumble at first mistaken for an airplane's passing roar, a gust of wind

I When Hitler married Eva Braun just days before committing suicide, the war now lost, the Allies advancing,