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Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] A Carrier of Bodies My stretcher is one scarlet stain -Robert W. Service, “The Stretcher Bearer” In illo tempore: I don’t know that anyone shouted, “Corpsman up!” Like in the movies; I was already up There, where smoking metal scraps stopped in some kid’s flesh Red fragments of flesh screaming in the sun Later: Carrying bodies of literature was impossible But I tried; Wordsworth and Keats during the day Holes in the patients and in sterile drapes Red fragments of flesh in the E. R. at night Now: In the evenings I carry Wordsworth outside And my older self, to a chair at dusk
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Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 10:55 PM UTC
A Carrier of Bodies
Lawrence Hall, HSG [email protected] A Carrier of Bodies My stretcher is one scarlet stain -Robert W. Service, “The Stretcher Bearer” In illo tempore: I don’t know that anyone shouted, “Corpsman up!” Like in the movies; I was already up There, where smoking metal scraps stopped in some kid’s flesh Red fragments of flesh screaming in the sun Later: Carrying bodies of literature was impossible But I tried; Wordsworth and Keats during the day Holes in the patients and in sterile drapes Red fragments of flesh in the E. R. at night Now: In the evenings I carry Wordsworth outside And my older self, to a chair at dusk
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Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 10:55 PM UTC
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