The Grand Master

With biro and gusto, she pens the story
of all before          From sea to shining sea, broken shore to
broken shore          With care, the past is lined and piled;
pages glistening          Her dexterous delivery, unsmudged
unfaltering           Which page ties us together?
fixed          In history, between letters and dates we laugh,
betwixt           A stanza of hope and a paragraph of
dramatics          Or a chapter chocked with misery;
agonistics?          The pen stops along with time,
dried black          Our epic, broken dance with life:
a gorgeous, papal stack



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