History: A Poem For President’s Day

History can be a headless horsemen, Sent to plastic surgeons instead of policemen. As clues are clawed by curdled coincidences that contort until they are clean and clairvoyant. But I only see humans withering out of the womb into war ready to fight for or against: Status, Convenience, Quality, God, and Obligation… Washington, hoped for […]

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