History

       “Those who cannot remember
the past are condemned to repeat it”           

The back rooms were bus
as Napoleon started to fall
and new types of murder were devised
for the future and map change

In the sophisticated theater of the absurd
two hundred years later
a million lieutenants believed
they were holding golden apples

and the people didn’t how to read
aside from the engineers of evil
the 2nd or 3rd in command
with their pipeline to Puppet for a Day

So it was was repeated one more time!
with guffaws or with shrieks from the tortured
as the birds faded, the cicadas electrically buzzed
and a few stomachs gurgled, after the banquet

Published Durable Goods 39

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