Rummy

It doesn’t happen very often that I’ve already written a poem about someone who just died. Anyone who remembers his horrifying press conferences and hand gestures at the time of the Iraq invasion, will understand why this poem about Donald Rumsfeld (RIP) memorializes Max Schreck, star of F.W. Murnau’s immortal Nosferatu:

You can find the book this comes from here.

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