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"...IT HAS PLEASED THE GOD OF BATTLES..." General Dan is visiting his leg at the Military Museum for 50 years now. The one he lost at Gettysburg. Walt is visiting the wounded and the many dying at the Patent Office press ganged into a makeshift hospital in glass cases patents stare at patients "every kind of invention it ever occured..." the poet remarks "into the mind of man ...to conceive." A soldier laughs out loud even as the President visits. He has been handed a religious tract "The Sin of Dancing" he who has no legs. A crop of amputated feet grows higher and higher. How human are a man's toes. A dead Confederate is dragged into position to make a better photograph. Bushfires rage through the Wilderness. The scream of the wounded being burnt alive begging to be shot "Did we or did we not do all that men could do>" Shot through the socket the eye bulges out both brothers and yet both survive Microscopium constellation looks down upon this world of men amazed to find itself nailed to the Museum's floor by some man's art sharing the space with General Dan's lost leg that still lives on in its glass case. Obscure and barely visible to the naked eye just like the constellation of the dead. Man now in a museum falls asleep with a book upon his lap "Lost, Missing and Troublesome Stars" Like a musket shot it wakes the sleeper up turns heads as 1863 becomes 2003
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
"...IT HAS PLEASED THE GOD OF BATTLES..."
"...IT HAS PLEASED THE GOD OF BATTLES..." General Dan is visiting his leg at the Military Museum for 50 years now. The one he lost at Gettysburg. Walt is visiting the wounded and the many dying at the Patent Office press ganged into a makeshift hospital in glass cases patents stare at patients "every kind of invention it ever occured..." the poet remarks "into the mind of man ...to conceive." A soldier laughs out loud even as the President visits. He has been handed a religious tract "The Sin of Dancing" he who has no legs. A crop of amputated feet grows higher and higher. How human are a man's toes. A dead Confederate is dragged into position to make a better photograph. Bushfires rage through the Wilderness. The scream of the wounded being burnt alive begging to be shot "Did we or did we not do all that men could do>" Shot through the socket the eye bulges out both brothers and yet both survive Microscopium constellation looks down upon this world of men amazed to find itself nailed to the Museum's floor by some man's art sharing the space with General Dan's lost leg that still lives on in its glass case. Obscure and barely visible to the naked eye just like the constellation of the dead. Man now in a museum falls asleep with a book upon his lap "Lost, Missing and Troublesome Stars" Like a musket shot it wakes the sleeper up turns heads as 1863 becomes 2003
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 7:01 AM UTC
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