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Jun 17, 2007
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Early Work - Annals of History - 1992
Today I watched as your flag
draped coffin was interred into the Earth.
I did not cry.
Rather, I prayed that you could
find a world that could either love
or hate you.
Today, my boss ordered the flag
in front of the store to be placed
at half-mast.
It was the first time it had been
up at all.
Today, I watched America ritualize
you. Ritualisation of a man who was
so ritualistically hated.
Today, I wondered if you’d do
it again for democracy, victory, or
the Great Wall of China.
Today, dignitaries gathered to pay
respects to you.
I doubted their sincerity.
Today, the pontiff praised you.
I always doubt his sincerity.
Today, the last shovelful of
dirt will bid you farewell.
Will welcome you back
to the annals of history.
— Conect11, Jun 17, 2007
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Word
19 years 1 month ago
Thanks
Conect11
19 years 1 month ago
no
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19 years 1 month ago
forgive my ignorance
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