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  • The American Poetry Review

    ROME: PRINCE ROGERS NELSON DEAD

    Mar 01, 2020 2 minutes
    BRUCE SMITH

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    I had stage fright before the baroqueof Rome, afraid some part of mewould get loose in the volutes and the cork-screwedcolumns like the minds of the melancholyarchitects that overshot the human. I was dizzy.I was thirsty. I didn’t know the bodyof words. I wanted something burnt or vocal orbent around the edges of things like lightwhen I saw the nuns and polizia pointabove to what? Lesser glory or newsof dread come down in the form of a manwith a feeling in a truck? , they said,his voice descending through the gridof a speaker in the ceiling of the quickbar—the song goes on to insertseven swords in the virgin mother’s heart.

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