It used to be one doughboy at parade rest, a cannon mired in cement, and the copperplate general on his rocking horse, all fire and Roman Empire, green from casque to fetlock. [...]
E. G. Burrows is a native of Edmonds, Washington, and his poems have appeared in a wide variety of magazines, including The Iowa Review, Malahat Review, The California Quarterly, Plainsongs, Fine [...]
