(1903-1940)
Take a hold of his hand
in El Centro
very quietly
stop the traffic light
for this emergency
speak into a loudspeaker
in a Manhattan tone
with the grammar,wit,syntax
in an accent of Job
roll up your sleeves
in a bearded tear
whisper it is Nathaniel West
convinced that his locust days,
identity, blood type,photo
from the lament of words
passed away here.
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