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Author: The Best American Poetry
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
The age demanded that we dance
And jammed us into iron pants.
And in the end the age was handed
The sort of shit that it demanded.
— Ernest M. Hemingway
“New poem?”
“It was new when Ernie used his middle initial.”
“So what was his middle name?”
“Miller.”
“Why did you post it?”
“The age demanded it.”