Eulogy for Robert Wadlow by Ryan Narcethe girth of his acreage of bones
might frighten the girls
but his light step, elongated fingers and
turtle’s grin reel them back in
his toes outpace my hands!
look I can stand on his knee and touch Kentucky!
his manhood must saw down trees in the offseason!
the toast of every hack town and NYC to boot,
he will die at twenty-two, having never touched a
glorious ass
with all that hand God gave him
09/24/2008 Posted on 05/13/2011 Copyright © 2024 Ryan Narce
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