Third generation desktops
Scream of duty and we dust them off.
Thrifted typewriters do more than laptops;
Carriages than cars—
Those gasoline tragedies and honorable
Mentions aren’t worth the silver wrapper
Of a stick of warm gum.
Legends walked these streets
Before we paved them over,
And isn’t that just such a shame?
Father’s make sure to have an heir and a spare
And mothers make sure to have a daughter—
They’ve buried enough sins and sons.
Here— that’s some graffiti from a legionnaire,
And look there— blueprints to knock the wall down.
Play the music louder and wonder when people
Will learn that hiding history
Won’t stop it from repeating.

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