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I Hope The Sky Is Dismal Over Laramie, Tuesday, The Twelfth
I hope the sky is dismal over Laramie,
this Tuesday, as a metaphor or simile
of hatred that gave rise to violent treachery
that crushed the life from Matthew's body, brutally.
Say what atonement Laramie can hope to claim
that would, even a few moments, erase the shame
that must forever be attached upon its name.
No more is it a shining, alabaster city;
a place bereft of common, human decency
(that is, the virtues of compassion and of pity).
Will anyone there bother, just an hour, to mourn?
I doubt it. And upon that place, the nation's scorn
must gathered and bear witness against Laramie---
against its apatheical complacency.
Starward
