Lament
Lament
by Arthur Sze
Let me pick
olives in the moonlight.
Let me ride
a pale green horse.
Let me taste the autumn fires.
Or else,
let me die in a war.
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I think we are closer now to finding Lorca’s body. Good thinking to look here.
Now do Jimmy Hoffa. Hint: research back issues of Architectural Digest.
I like this one. Especially the call to war.