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"Let's consider a Yasusada poem and ask ourselves whether the fiction of the poem's authorship makes it less emotionally authentic, or whether the poem's revelation of human experience and feeling is exaggerated by our presumption that it was written by an actual Hiroshima survivor and not by someone else."

The Call-Up

With this fatidic flesh
i tip the candle
awake so i can watch it dwindle,
ash
of stars that i am, who’ll then extinguish
another shadow
by means of a poem’s new window
upon my anguish
opened… I don’t believe in death;
i’m warm
& rungry tonight, but i remember
–sometimes: my faith,
that i have died before, as i have known love’s storm—
more times than i can now number.

Perry Mason theme.

The promise of its becoming a story is all that keeps us going anymore.

Son of a Preacher Man.