by Tzara
appears to be too much off the page, not the wasteland, bring it back just a little more, lovely moth thing (loaded). Of course i could be totally wrong.
Top shelf as usual, Tzara.
"watching toy sailboats, marking time
until we could once again
test the sturdiness of iron beds."
sounds better to me, but perhaps more than one iron bed is my id exagerrating yet again its virility.
is in place, supports what the poem intends. I was wrong in previous comment. Awesome