Tuesday, July 10, 2007

IN DEEPEST SYMPATHY ON THE LOSS OF YOUR WORD

We know that time will never stop

Those roughhewn earthy growls

Snarled by mirror-shaded cops

With diphthongs in their vowels

But only think how small we are

And part of something bigger

Your word has gone to heaven now

And angels can say “Nigger.”

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