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YESTERYEAR

[So Passes the Glory of Baghdad]

Horses of the mist gallop through a mountain pass,
Desert legions straggle home through shafts of phantom suns.
Chieftains lie in tents of silk on rugs woven in dreams
Of curling domes and jinns. Stories tell themselves in thread.

*Stain the page with lines of blood.
March in time to finger drums.
Conjure paradise out of paint
Chipped in lost futurity.*

A bowed head, born of busts sitting on shelves of dust,
Reads and pores on its fateful past, a dim glory
Of incipience, a marble thought enshrined in hope.
The feather of progress flies on wings of arching stone.

*Trace the routes of brave vanity
Through dugout graves and leather books.
Search for the heart of man and wife
Twined on love-beds like twisted twigs.*

A throat made loose on wine will sing with night-charmed bards
A chant that dies forever on the lips of verse,

Does Sarah Palin remind you a bit of Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, in her dress and mannerisms? She does me.. except that she only fights for right, the extreme rightwing of the low-information zealots that wish to keep women pregnant and barefoot, so to speak; real men armed and ready to kill at will; and children uninformed and innocent of any knowledge about the realities of sex, protection, contraception, evolution, and human-caused global warming.

So welcome to the bizarre comic book world of Palin and the crazed limbaughtomized lunatics who believe that they have found their Wonder Woman in this pitbull hockey mom wearing lipstick. It sure comforts me to think that W squared is on the side of right and the new American way of keeping targeted groups ignorant and oppressed, while paving the way for big oil, huge corporate profits at the expense of everyone else, and well.. just more of the same ol same ol.