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Erwin Bragg Poem
The Last Spike
Helios orb peers cautiously
with guarded optimism
through cracker-slatted clouds
as Thor's divine implement
shatters the morning stillness with the clap of a sonic boom
Mere mortals assigned Herculean tasks
trill a gospel cadence,
their labors heralded as glistening ribbons stretch yon and hither,
a tribute to their genius
and their genesis
Now, as the celestial cotillion materializes
in the ebony overhang
the spinning Mother bids 'Adieu'
as the last rough-hewn iron phallus
penetrates the porus creosote-drenched flesh
with a tempered satisfaction
known only to Gods.........
And those men who will be.
("Hell On Wheels" final episode)
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Erwin Bragg Poem
Feminine Soup
There are two paradoxes in this world
that will tempt and indeed entice
One is a beautiful woman
the other Beef Barley n' rice
They really are quite similar
yet...seem worlds apart
One has class and substance
the other has spice and heart
The taste can be extraordinary
the aroma oft' times sublime
one can be quite perplexing
the other without reason or rhyme
To differentiate betwixt the two
can be ...oh such an arduous task
one requires years of patience
the other well...a flask.
My friend, Patsy made the soup (for me)
when I was ill.
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