Monday, October 22, 2012

Pulp Poem of the Week



This was the way it
ended. You learned
everything there was
to learn, you took care
of every contingency,
you memorized,
you rehearsed—

and then some kid
locked a dog in a safe
a thousand miles away
and you were done.

     Charles Williams
     All the Way
     1958  

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