The poem
Well I have and in fact more than one and I'll tell you this too
I wrote one against Algeria that nightmare and another against
Korea and another against the one I was in
and I don't remember how many against the three
when I was a boy Abyssinia Spain and Harlan County
and not one breath was restored to one
shattered throat mans womans or childs not one not
one but death went on and on never looking aside
except now and then with a furtive half-smile to make sure I was noticing.