Our Man in Europe/dave delacroix/"Donner Kebab".
On the doomed "Donner" expedition (1875?)...I only ATE one (human) foot. After BBQ? -it looked like a pig's "trotter" (How was I to know?) DANG! 27: TWENTY-SEVEN feet of Sierra-Nevada SNOW; The expedition, stranded-cannibalistic, in tatters. I "skee-daddled" from this crew and somehow made it to civilisation eating raw beaver, squirrel and any thing that came my way. I was very young yet conscious of my plight.
50 years later in immigrant-in-fest ed San Francisco I go into a shack-eatery. The sign sez: "Donner-Kebab". I reach inside my Ulster, pull out my Webley (pistol) and shoot the cook outright? -This is why I'm on Death Row. Tomorrow, apparently, they will hang me then throw my body to the dogs and the carrion.
c 2014/dave delacroix/poet anonymous/Venice-Italia.
On the doomed "Donner" expedition (1875?)...I only ATE one (human) foot. After BBQ? -it looked like a pig's "trotter" (How was I to know?) DANG! 27: TWENTY-SEVEN feet of Sierra-Nevada SNOW; The expedition, stranded-cannibalistic, in tatters. I "skee-daddled" from this crew and somehow made it to civilisation eating raw beaver, squirrel and any thing that came my way. I was very young yet conscious of my plight.
50 years later in immigrant-in-fest ed San Francisco I go into a shack-eatery. The sign sez: "Donner-Kebab". I reach inside my Ulster, pull out my Webley (pistol) and shoot the cook outright? -This is why I'm on Death Row. Tomorrow, apparently, they will hang me then throw my body to the dogs and the carrion.
c 2014/dave delacroix/poet anonymous/Venice-Italia.
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