The barracks are quiet in the dusk And stand like rows of black piano keys- Private Richard L. Grant, 37670248, You bear your number with weight tonight, And your suntan shirt is pied with sweat From the hot breath of the evening Blowing sullenly over your bunk...
"The Grant Boy,"
Sketch: Vol. 10
, Article 7.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol10/iss2/7