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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.
Starward
