A great poem by ee cummings. What's significant about it is the small, sideways dig cummings takes at a major pop-icon of the time. He's simultaneously saddend by his passing, and almost releived at the same time.
Circa 1923
Buffalo Bill
Buffalo Bill's
defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeons justlikethat
Jesus
he was a handsome man
and what I want to know is
how do you like your blue-eyed boy
Mister Death?