Tuesday, April 12, 2016

LIVE ON THE SCENE

The morning 
after, 

the debased phrase—

I am
that 
I am—still 

hangs stinging 
in the air;

a very mysterious 
prankster's latest 

devil-
may-care,

illicit 
and late-

night
graffito, no
doubt—

scrawled out 
so daring
and

intimidatingly,
here

along the entire
proud brick 
edifice 

of western civilization.

Although—
a few local residents
this reporter 

spoke
with earlier, 
(each 

of whom 
unfortunately
declined 

to be interviewed)
were nonetheless 
insistent—

in their
staunch refusal
to be provoked—let alone 

intimidated 
by—some local 
upstart  

who's so unintelligent;

and whose explanation-
less, 

but doubtless
dubious, motivations—not 
to mention 

cowardly
name!—they don't know.

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