Monday, February 15, 2016

Pulp Poem of the Week



I was a machine, and
my arm was the arm of the machine, and
the gun was a part of the machine. And
when the machine’s finger contracted
the machine
’s gun exploded, and
that was what the machine was for.

          Donald E. Westlake
          The Mercenaries
          1960

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