O, there’s this fellow named Walt, Of the earth he’s the salt, He’s got views on God Of which I must give a nod. You could peg him a pantheist Like Danny Baldwin on the B-list To him there’s no guy On a throne up in the sky, Though he calls God a “bedfellow”- Such a scandalous thing […]
Walt says, “Only three guns were in use, One was directed by the captain himself against the enemy’s mainmast, Two well-served with grape and canister silenced his Musketry and cleared his decks.” (68) Walt makes many mentions of firearms and weaponry of his time in the mid-1800s. Arcane terms like “firelock” and “carbine” […]
I have said that the soul is not more than the body, And I have said that the body is not more than the soul, And nothing, not God, is greater to one than one’s self is, And whoever walks a furlong without sympathy walks to his own funeral drest in his shroud, And I […]
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I love a dude named Walt But it’s not his fault He writes some poems Lord knows I dig ’em. And his stern eyes and flowy beard- Four decades passed since last it was sheared- They burn an image on my soul And make my heart leap like walking on coals.