Lincoln in 2015

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i see Washington's pointed spear
in reflection at your knees
as goes the victor's history
your memory enshrined forever
in mute caskets of nearby cemetery
your rightward foot carved in marble
your knuckled fist clenched in power
your tight pursed mouth
your eyes so solemn
four score and seventeen years ago
this whole world lit up in fire
do you weep as they
erect statues to your sword
but not your silver tongue?

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This Is Your Poet Speaking

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And there's the city
And here the people
Dancing on your fingernail
For a breath you're above it
And suddenly landed, you
Return to dust
As surely as you ever were
Falling you rose up

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Organ Donor

i am all faults and tissue
one more than the other
remember that
when you come to excavate
all the good that is left in me

#snapchat

this fog that lingers on the lake

perfectly still, forming salt

pillars gazing back at the sky

remembering what they left behind

don't mind if I take this snapchat

and paint copies of you

there are no originals

except this, these

will have to do