On the lawn at the villa—
That’s the way to start, eh, reader?
We know where we stand—somewhere expensive—
You and I imperturbes, as Walt would say,
Before the diversions of wealth, you and I engagés.
[ … ]
We were all sitting there paralyzed
In the hot Tuscan afternoon,
And the bodies of the machine-gun crews were draped over the balcony.
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