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Heather OC: Week 7 of 208

Our Holy and Obsolete Symbols II

(From MA’s “Eulogy for the Giant Tortoises”)


Try to anatomize all this,

I dare you. There is no clear-cut diagnosis,

No matter how many guts


You arrange on the metal table.

Impious toddler jockeying a rented

Feller buncher. Our Constitution rolled and bound,


For now. Stowed under a cenotaph, glistening

Pink marble; a resplendent

Lion guards for now. Half the country

Smashing bottles at his paws.

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