In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

Neighbors inTheir Own Bunkers The man in his bunker lets no one in So the NOTRESPASSING sign is a given On the high fence, with the curly barbed wire. The gun rack, you guess, is not hidden, Because you’ve never been inside to see it and you will never, in a million years, go in. Those family members who come out from their shrouds on occasion look dazed by the sunlight. Yet the smiling face of the Buddha —(the man around the block, not a real prophet) hides inside his sheepskins and his reputation Even what he says is not what he says Even what he does is not what he does. The face is open and the house is open And the collection displayed during the parties for four hundred for the hospital and the children’s orchestra.“Welcome.” The bunker, the bunker. Lets no one in. Lets no one see the wet oil stain. Lets no one see the addendum. 8 ...

Share