…then the sargeant, knowing victory, was dying
in my arms.
“Chinaski,” he said to me, “the fort is
he gave a small smile, his head fell back and
he was gone.
then I was home again
I was back in my room.
a hunched, miserable and angry man
walked into the room and said,
“get out there now and mow the lawn.
I see a hair of grass sticking up!”
From The Last Night of the Earth Poems,
The lost and the desperate