Marlow’s Listener

MEMOIRS
The General no longer sits atop Cincinnati
He rests in a rattan chair on a porch in winter
The ruined man recollects ruins visited and made
Ruined hopes, ruined careers, ruined reputations
Ruined farms, ruined towns, ruined castles, ruined men
and rolling, ruinous cancer
From the rubble he brushes, sifts, reconstructs
and restores the ruins with the hand that piled
ruin upon ruin [...]

Do not rush the spring, for winter has its Nordic hell museum of
blue deaths, grass turned straw, leaves black, skies gray, light dim
There is enough, much, to sense while the cold and damp suck the
heat from your neck
Become a familiar and look forward to your promotion to Siberia
Winter, a slow spring, short summer and a [...]