Todd Moore read this poem
dillinger
was the
one warren
oates was
thinking
of while
the cam
eras were
rolling
in the
wild
bunch
dillinger
while oates
swiveled
the brown
ing machine
gun barrel
toward
mapache's
men crowded
near the
wall &
dillinger
in the
frenzy &
the passion
of his
howling
a scorpion
duende in
the black
mexican
heat
return to Desert Shovel