And We Dug Up The Dead to Change History…


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
Another bribe would’ve subjected

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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