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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