Posted on my FB page. This is the last poem in a series titled ARMISTICE DAY which will be posted here in October.
WATERS OF THE LETHE
An Ode to Charlottesville
We stood beneath the lintel
Where vistas are boundless.
But crossing to Elysium,
We stopped to quench our thirst.
Blinded by the light and freedom
We anointed others to our rightful place,
Went back.
To divine with sprigs of oak and hick’ry,
Talk through cans attached with string.
Save the statues
Fly the flags
To remember the horrors.
The waters of the Lethe prompt serial delusion.
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