oh, forgive me For Whom the Bell Tolls,
oh, forgive me Man who walked on water,
oh, forgive me little old woman who lived in a shoe,
oh, forgive me the mountain that roared at midnight,
oh, forgive me the dumb sounds of night and day and death,
oh, forgive me the death of the last beautiful panther,
oh, forgive me all the sunken ships and defeated armies,
this is my first FAX POEM.
It’s too late:
I have been
It makes us want to run out to the nearest twenty-four hour Goodwill and find a fax machine. We'll write poetry while drunk and send it to the White House (202) 456-2461, the Betty Ford Clinic (760) 773-4126, and NASA ((202) 358-4338).