Gesture In Homage To Robespierre

Lift that disembodied head by its hair:

no more will it utter adages to demean

the hard-won effects of the Revolution

no breath in that severed neck, no words spoken

by that shattered jaw---by a bullet broken.

For a moment the eyes roll wildly in confusion:

take a last look at the last of Robespierre,

that now past master of terror and the obscene.


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