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

 

 

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