And We Dug Up The Dead to Change History…

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A soldier boy ponders his 12yr ghost.
Alongside a thought:
‘What if Socrates was immune to hemlock?’
But does martyrdom solidify a pardon of purpose?

And Miss Bolus sits by her anger
Teetering style-
Like a fetus in- utero.
She says,
“My father is angry too.”

I make no promises,
To Socrates
To her father.
But if one ate hemlock
And the other
Not,
Another bribe would’ve subjected
Western
Thought.

Broken like the mirror history wrought.

And so I say,
“Don’t look here in anger, darling
I am not family-
Legacy could die
At the end of our kiss.”

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