e.e. cummings

Today is the birthday of the great American poet e.e. cummings (sic) (1894-1962). Here’s a little number he wrote when Buffalo Bill passed away:

Buffalo Bill’s:

defunct
who used to
ride a watersmooth-silver
stallion
and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat
Jesus

he was a handsome man
and what i want to know is
how do you like your blueeyed boy
Mister Death