SWAYING
(Elmira)
If maybe you could do for me
If maybe you could do for me
tomorrow what I do for you today
then memories wouldn't hold such sorrow
and sadness wouldn't hold such sway. That
small-framed Neanderthal coming at me makes
me sneer - look at him there. Over on Elmira's
dusty plain, let's recall, Gen Sullivan killed all
the Indians - Senecas and Syracuse. They
called him a God then, a truly-talented military
man. They built him an obelisk on a massive,
high lawn - like bad luck, all that famous
blood. For myself, here, now, I watch and
listen in rapt attention to everything that
happens and to what people say : if
you would do for me tomorrow
what I do for you today.
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