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Abraham walks into the theater
Leaning on his cane
The man who speaks the vernacular
Is hours from being slain
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January 15,2014
The day she died
I roamed the world magnificent
Grief strapped to my back
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Wake me when I am dead
Before they kick the sand in my face
Do not let me go into the good earth
To become feast for the maggot and his race
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Our marriage was a wounded animal that we dragged around for years
and tried to resuscitate with guilt and tears
unaware that the creature was dead
unaware that the rot filling our head
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Armed with resolve and coffee
Queuing for gas or taxi
Creatures of flesh and bone
Chase gold in temples of steel and stone
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Love is an immense battlefield
in which I have fought and lost many skirmishes
As all my ex-wives would tell you
We never quite figured out how to agree to disagree
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I have never written a love poem
I should probably write one
Every poet has one
Yeats, Elliott, Rexroth, and even that mad Russian whose name I can never remember
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The sky is the color of whisky
Dark like the palette of Beksiński
The trees are frozen in place like jilted brides
The water stares at you with blue eyes
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Modigliani covered with paint
Dangles over a chair like a broken saint
Wracked by fevers and strange imaginings
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The Love Story of Adolf Hitler
These are the photographs you took, Eva.
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When the shooting starts
It won't matter who is shooting
Or why
What will matter is that you run or hide, or shoot back
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Abraham Lincoln
Abraham walks into the theater
Leaning on his cane
The man who speaks the vernacular
Is hours from being slain
He knew what end awaited him
Knew his lamp was glowing dim
All his life melancholy had baited him
But death was not defeat, it suited him
We all know what end awaits us
The hangman's rope, the executioner's curse
Even though we are too afraid to say it
And we hope that our prayers will delay it
While Booth waits to make history
Abraham waits to meet his destiny
Resigned to his fate
He is willing to keep the date
with that shot
That would leave the country distraught
Abraham knew the price of being born too early and living too long
The price of knowing what was right in a world that embraced what was wrong
Abraham knew the price of standing against the throng
He knew that he really did not belong
He laughed at funerals and cried at births
He had lived one life but died a thousand deaths
A man cannot buy his friends
or pay off his enemies
As the bullet pierced his side
And he felt his life subside
He wondered if his killer was merely playing a part
In a theater where actors were paid to act
the man who shot him out of pure malice
Had granted him peace and sweet release
Abraham takes his last breath
And surrenders to the sweetness of death
He is neither afraid nor angry
But he grieves for his wife Mary
His weary soul takes flight
And leaves the nation to its plight
Lincoln and Booth march into history,
Two men who shared the mistress of destiny
The man who wanted to be famous
And the man who hated to be famous
One man reviled
the other man revered
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