Friday, February 21, 2014

ALACK

You may say—your hero!
that great 
and maybe 
quiet and musclebound

protector—
of your scrawny but amazing 
little stack 

of personal
freedoms—was never
born, but made;

but remember 
now
how? after a while—

all of your 
freedoms became 
constraints—those skinny piles 

toppled fast
and killed 
your old back—kind of like 

how—begotten
or made—every actual-
ized 
hero dies someday.

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