.  happy couple.



seeps  in like marbled water, **** on the tide.



once we touched through holes in blankets,

now we have our own demise.



a comfort in the glass, the daily.          mirror.



there is a box unopened,



there was a photo

tied.         there was a face set with bandages.



he chose the other one.



two pictures, some of us look the other way.



a while.



sbm.

Mine eyes have seen the statues being torn down from their plinths
erasing our shared history at the Citizens expense
those who rewrite the past commit a grave offense

when Truth is trampled on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
The Truth is trampled on.

Soon they’ll revise the history books and omit the civil war.
Our Youth won’t have to learn about the “lost cause” anymore                                                                                                                  
To tell the truth about the past will be against the law

then  truth is trampled on.

There was once a fiery gospel writ in burnished rows of steel,
"Six hundred thousand had to die before our land could heal;"
When a Hero, born of woman, crushed Rebellion with his heel
When God was marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
The Truth is trampled on.

I have heard the trumpets echo die; its absence makes me weep
I see Marse Robert join the rest upon the ******* heap
He who was skilled in victory and gracious in defeat-

This history must live on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!

This history must live on.

wild dancing of palms,
rigmarole of rain goes on,
water flows gurgling!

reduced, and knowing how you like your nuts,                                           i bought them.

the small boy chuckled.

radio four this morning, suggested dropping ***** ( another laugh, small child) notice that mistakes do not **** us,                                        mortified though we can be in error.



i have worked this way a while for interest, and am still awake and                breathing.



this morning i forgot a while,   radio waves me back on track.                    i have mended

the plate, my fingers

stick.



sbm.

this is the first time i have lined up those particular coins,

it is also the last time .                { those coins in particular }



sbm.