• Dead Weight: In Memoriam

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    A death that stuns the wheels of government
    And carves enmity in the hearts of men—
    How do we sing the darkness in this thing?
    There is a need to fix our voice against

    The weight of our loss, so that all in all,
    As we polish the weapons to blast the threat
    Of his ghost, our discourse does not disclose
    Our kinship with his blood, but from monstrous

    Corners of memory bring out poisoned
    Phrases to fling at his flesh—“Thief,” “Scoundrel,”
    “Usurper of heritage”—those terrible
    Maledictions he finely deserves, so much

    Did he trick us in his long governance.
    We will yield no quarter in this noble fight
    To cleanse history of his stench! Let him rot
    Abroad, let his brood burn in our anger’s heat,

    Let us persecute his friends—those blind lackeys
    Who still lick his prints! An eye for an eye. . .
    Bah! He started it all, and the law upholds
    The virtue of our violence. Let us then

    Be firm: our vision of one happy nation
    Founded on Faith, Honor and Justice must not
    Be shaken by this abominable
    Carcass or the pleadings of his clan—lock

    The waterways, patrol the air, check the land—
    He Must Not Come Home, He Must Not Rest in Peace!

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