“… a horrible black smudge, as though a Hand had come down and rubbed the place smooth. I know now what being wiped out means.”The ruddy Kipling in a boat
Was touring Puget Sound the day
Seattle burned. He wrote a note
About the sight of soot that lay
Across the landscape like a smudge
Some Hand (divine? infernal?) left
Where once a city stood. The grudge
That Being held — to leave bereft
A town, wiped out, crossed out, erased —
Raised questions of the shape of Love;
And yet no souls were lost, the waste
A miracle uncertain of
Interpretation till the light
That failed became reborn in sight.
Hah! Beat me to it!
Most excellent!
So, who’s Ronny Cox and who’s Billy Redden?
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OK, fine, I’ll be Billy Redden…
JOB
As long as neither of us has to be Ned Beatty.
I don’t like creamed corn anyhow.
JOB
Who says there’s nothing good on the internet anymore!