After the war, the blasted out buildings, the broken/ Crater-roads, the encampments and harbors and dust./ Men hobbled home and hunched, with hands larger/ Than their faces, and women, after all fatigue…/ World-weary, world-weary./
from The Fourth of July
"These poems cling fiercely to their images, Cal Kinnear writes in the Afterword. "These poems are concerned with the music they make." Photographs by Jake Seniuk.
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