Ubi Sunt: the 40s
After Sam Gwynn
Where are the papers we believed,
the simple facts the world perceived?
The free-for-all, the blitzkrieg night,
the Little Prince's final flight?
Where's the leprosarium,
the TB sanitarium?
Where are the baled-out bombardiers,
the longing that could wait for years,
statesmen who were qualified?
The rabid dogs that chased you down,
the Hudson River shantytown?
Where's the existential dread
circling like a hammerhead,
the endless siege of Stalingrad?
On celluloid with Alan Ladd.
The communards of Chairman Mao?
They own the competition now.