are you in the ukraine
today of all days, why
you should be home
running your dogs in
the lost evening and
early morning, washing
the dust from your
face and wondering
why she, why i, had
to write another bloody
poem of a lost love
aren't all loves lost?
aren't we all? especially
those of us in the ukraine
but perhaps i am wrong
perhaps you are home
grading yet another paper
of another inspiring writer
grand is it not, man across
the sea: perhaps if i was
not so tired i would grade
my own, but they pull very
little, something about due
process and who the hell
cares: it is all voidable any
ways: it is all against our
mighty public policy
oh, and there is God