(For the collectively broken heart of a Nation)
Lately...it has been beating like a flail.
Pounding speedily and waxing between
extremes. It does not bode well, this
beating. If all things be perfect, it is a
most excellent and essential member of the
host. It's rhythm is assuring and
perpetual. And when it is in an elevated
state, it is strong and powerful. It's
movement and sound like the purposeful,
relentless strides of a thoroughbred. So
swift and sure is the rhythm, that it's
wellness is measured by it's own pitch and
metre. It's very essential nature has
spawned a myriad of colloquialisms which
implore us to "take it", "have it", or "get
it". Well, we have more than proven we are
worthy of it. And moreso when it is so
marvelously touched as a collective. Listen,
can you hear it? It is beginning to slow
its beat, this time...as one.