HEROIC FIGURE, FROM “HEIMAT”

But where’s the New Jerusalem I remember,
alternatives once sought and then rejected
for another term of college in September?
And where’s the hope, now vaguely recollected,
for something to emerge from history,
a savior, just so long as it wasn’t me?
Where’s the activist who would create
a city that I don’t quite recognize,
but sense beneath the scaffold [...]

Thou Art Weighed in the Balances…
This is the story of a bunny—
add batteries and watch him go
in every unforeseen direction.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
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Someone whispers on my shoulder.
Angel? Devil? I don’t know.
Signs and wonders? Choices, choices!
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.

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