Tate too

I too loved Tate once. Followed him right up to Worshipful Company of Fletchers in hardcover. Remember this guy quoting this poem from JT's greatest hits whilst picking squash on the farm. The days of $5/per hour:

Five Years Old

Stars fell all night.
The iceman had been very generous that day
with his chips and sliver.

And I buried my pouch of jewels
inside a stone casket under the porch,
their beauty saved for another world.

And then my sister came home
and I threw a dart through her cheek
and cried all night

so much did I worship her.