A Flarf Poem, via Stephen Crane’s The Red Badge of Courage
The white-topped wagons strained & stumbled in their exertions
like fat sheep.
Scars faded as flowers.
He was a babe which,
having wept its fill,
raises its eyes and fixes upon a distant toy.
“Where th’ hell yeh been?”
Where many of his usual machines of reflection had been idle,
where he had proceeded sheeplike.
He beheld that he was tiny.
He was a man.
