Mummified and liquidated,
We allowed our rotting juices
To seep into our most sacred gardens.
The voices of the undead haven't stopped
Shrieking since their 1865 Judgement Day;
On the contrary: it has a bullhorn the
Size of a police badge, a mouth wide
Like the blue-blood halls of an American
University.
So are you scared yet?
The face of George Wallace stares at
You with a leathery mask and a chaff-blonde
coif; that's how you were fooled...
He still threatens that little girl on her
Way to school and fears the throbbing
Black pavement building a path forward...
So is it reanimation or reincarnation?
About the Creator
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