[Lance Levens]

(James Joyce)

Here's a guide to Lost-it-all Land, to Never Recover the Very Land. There's Spaghettisburg. There are the bones of Spaghettisburg that began to begin to be gone. There are the ghosts of Spaghettisburg, unruly ghoulies that got up and wander wounded and bloom the needless cries of why and whither and when. Southerly soughing takes us to Chicamauga where the maggots mime by moonlight. Bring your coffee and sandwiches and sit for the sighing of wind down the mountain. And who could forget the licking at Vicksburg? See the general's sword. See the ego's gilded on the general's sword. See where Lee granted victory to the licked but labored on into time past where he strides the mountains of the miserified. Sic semper the simperer sighed, up there where the losers ride.