“He went straight in. Never pulled out of that dive.”
I lifted the shotgun and fired at the torch.
“He is waiting for us — out there.”
If I had touched her I think she would have responded.
“You want me to keep my mouth shut?”
“Will you let me have a plane, sir — tonight?”
“The driver leaned across to grip my arm — and I jumped.”
And, after all, the ship came.
I knew then that his lung was punctured.
Perroquet caught up their paddle and flattened him…
I was alone — in the Russian Zone of Germany.
I pull your gullet out like the string of an orange…
“My God!” I said. “I believe you want him dead.”
Will you wake before I smash your ribs?
His legs disappeared into the black void of the slip-stream.
The doctor foresaw ugly complications…
I hadn’t been over Berlin since 1945.
This enigma brown or yellow or black…
Surely to God I’d had enough of life behind bars.
Four men occupied the raft. Three of them were white.
Never too Long
Journey from Adam
The Last Days
To the Mountains