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GERALD STERN
May 30
I had to sit on the steel railroad tracks
to eat my
sandwich and you understand I wrapped it
in wax paper since that is as far
as I went
in preservation and I remember my serial number
and I was an H in case somebody
murdered me
for that was the day we fanned out in all directions
with poppies in one
hand and quarters in the other,
the photograph that of a corporal with his
balls blown off. 
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