
The Grand Master
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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