So one day the late Bird highly fortified strolls into this posh
boite itself and down there, leaning on the bar, is Wallace
Stevens—newly arrived, old LLD tucked away, sheepskin in
wolf, flirting with the minishirted bartendress—whom he
welcomes. 

On this small island that undoes us daily,gently,
It’s hard to take too seriously, too intently
A town whose name means town

Now LeRoy on the kill room floor
Was almost larger than life.
Mondays the green fatigues he wore