More poetry by ee cummings...

is all we really need on a day like today. Here's one that employs his normal approach to language, but also gives a neat, startling twist. We get a rhythmic sense of old Buffalo Bill riding and then wham!


Buffalo Bill

Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons justlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what I want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death