REINCARNATION BLUES
Though buried by volcanic ash in Pompeii
I re-emerged to sweep the slums of Bombay
where, fortunately, I died from emphysema.
I hope I’m not reborn in Hiroshima.

 

 
AT A RESTAURANT IN BERLIN, 1936
You asked the famous leader
to autograph your napkin.
You thought that he was Hitler.
He signed it “Charlie Chaplin”.

 

 
THE STAMMERER
In the world of talk she does not belong
but the stammerer is set free by song,
and the nimble …

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