Poem - Building a Monument
What he heard in the old age
What he said to the long flat stones
What he heard in the old age
Reemerged, throwing coins
Against the walls
Yelling for marble and slate
Hammers and workmen and mules
Fire extinguishers beehives magazines
Pain killers and guns
These we brought, seeing his face
Already writing What he heard
in the old age killed and ate him.
For new coach, a debut in front of the cameras, too
Williams: 'We're going to beat Harvard'
TOM WILLIAMS, NFL ASSISTANT, TO BE NAMED FOOTBALL COACH
