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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Joseph Gastiger


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The Wedding Cake, The Typewriter

Imbecile architects whipped it all up,
trumpeting victories we hadn't won,
spared no expense for that grandiose crypt
in the center of Rome. Oh yes, we'd roar

adoring Caesar on his balcony,
commanding Fight, as legions did–fought in
the snow with boots falling apart, rifles
they couldn't fire. Sure, they were brave, as if

that made any difference at all. Trucks had
no wheels. Our tanks were tin. All we could build
them was this empty boast, this marble
trophy, this gigantic set of false teeth.