With biro and gusto, she pens the story
of all before          From sea to shining sea, broken shore to
broken shore          With care, the past is lined and piled;
pages glistening          Her dexterous delivery, unsmudged
unfaltering           Which page ties us together?
fixed          In history, between letters and dates we laugh,
betwixt           A stanza of hope and a paragraph of
dramatics          Or a chapter chocked with misery;
agonistics?          The pen stops along with time,
dried black          Our epic, broken dance with life:
a gorgeous, papal stack

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