Augur
Yuge and baffling the task before you.
On every principal’s wall, in every post office,
Under the portrait of Obama, less
Faded than the surrounding paint,
Unseen, a white space awaits another white face.
Consider Charlemagne, King of Franks, and his
Kingdom that could not outlast his power:
Kingdom that could not outlast his power:
In a thousand years, how will your
Name ring out?
Great again, or a shovelful of worms,
Dented coins of the realm,
Insult hidden in every mention.
Consider your billions in people now, our billions.
Keep quiet a sec: listen to the breaths. This
We who carry you like a wound includes you;
And you must include all of us,
Dark figures massing at the borders of night.
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