Did you watch her go up in smoke?
Or maybe she slipped away quietly,
Making room for the lurid novelty,
The next anomalistic triangle in the pattern.
A chipper tour guide
Leading us further
From the crucifixion and Titanic and “I have a dream”
Under the duress
Of a thousand cities
And their confetti.
Herald! Herald!
All the resolutions and revolutions,
Soon to break, explode.
The blindness of this newborn hour
Promises to be
The most beautiful sight of the year.
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