Hemingway by Stephen Wiest (1965)

Shorthaired women in raintime

khakied skies and other things

to see through unwound bodies

wined up minds

Follow mudruts of armies to oblivion

over things to them oblivious

Nothing is sacred

especially those that would

You come in and look around

teach us to spread the blood cape

staying close shored

Open the door yourself

and walk to the rain

forgetting the horses

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