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Getting Out of That Place (poem)

By John Crandell

I could not make him immortal
      with my words
Had turned on the wooden radio in Hong Kong
      BBC announcer said Beatles no more
There went the sun
      Days of Future all done passed
Moody Tuesdays in red dust
      how the elephant grass made Point Man cuss
An hallucinogenic time warp
      we sang and banged those tin cups in unison
Table tops - to The Animals!
      at the Enlisted Club, Fort Hood
A jungled Gadda da Vida
      had not been his garden of eden
Tây Ninh Province 1970
      But I surely brought him back to life

—John Crandell