And
Czechs
cried
fears
when
Russian
tanks,
Thundered
through
their
traumoid
streets
Pretending
not
to
be
elite.
As
one
old
soldier
put
it:
"The
West
and
East
preach
different
dreams,
But
ride
the
same
black
limousines."
Stay
a
while?
These
sheets
are
cold
Without
your
sighing
skin;
And
this
poet
in
the
backfield
Is
writing
Nothing
Interesting.
By
Strider
Marcus
Jones
83