MCMXXXIX :: for & a ½ Brautigan

Draufschändlichgänger
broke into our house
to grind sausage.

That was in September 1939
and we lived in the slums
of Tawarszawacoma.

Uncle Jo stole up from Georgia to help
bein' helpful he'd steal officers
to put in the grinder.

Uncle Jo liked his sausage mild
and would turn the handle,
slowly, slowly adding all
and watching their faces,
and Draufschändlichgänger would pretend
that he was a monkey,
hopping one foot
and holding out
a tin arm.