Here you will find the Poem Fabrication Of Ancestors of poet Alan Dugan
For old Billy Dugan, shot in the ass in the Civil War, my father said. The old wound in my ass has opened up again, but I am past the prodigies of youth?s campaigns, and weep where I used to laugh in war?s red humors, half in love with silly-assed pains and half not feeling them. I have to sit up with an indoor unsittable itch before I go down late and weeping to the storm- cellar on a dirty night and go to bed with the worms. So pull the dirt up over me and make a family joke for Old Billy Blue Balls, the oldest private in the world with two ass-holes and no place more to go to for a laugh except the last one. Say: The North won the Civil War without much help from me although I wear a proof of the war?s obscenity.
