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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,
arsenic, formaldehyde,
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.

Terese Coe