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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