ONE SEPTEMBER MORN




God blinked His mountainous eye
against the misty day's beginning
and in that instant
evil
(as evil is wont to do)
streaked the tail of the dragon
into the center of our soul.

Now the banner of liberty
mourns halfway down the staff
too heavy with grief to be lifted to the
top
while our blood runs hot
and our passions blaze.

And I am so afraid.



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