Here you will find thePoemThe Double-Bed Dream Gallowsof poet Richard Brautigan
Driving through hot brushy country the late autumn, I saw a hawk crucified on a barbed-wire fence. I guess as a kind of advertisement to other hawks, saying from the pages of a leading women?s magazine, ?She?s beautiful, but burn all the maps to your body. I?m not here of my own choosing.?
