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Eulogy for Robert Wadlow

by Ryan Narce

the 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

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jim Benz on 07/29/11 at 07:04 PM

I remember him from the Guinness book. Interesting perspective ...

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