That I might see my epitaph in preview
And assess the lies against the truths
Told differently to the world’s judges
That I might see the largest diamond
Ever repossessed with a promise to me
My children and theirs in this silly race
That I might drive or walk that long bridge
Laundered neatly by foreign taxpayers
Ages before they shook my father’s hand for a boy child
That I might see my picture in the fact
Different from what was printed after the fact
A picture in the now as I look at things
That I might unsay the said unsayables
Given in the construct of speech-saw puzzles
In the absence of my youthful hothead
That I might undo the done undoables
According to my new culture of change
In the absence of my youthful outings
That I might truly forget the hurt that people inflicted
As a guarantee to my daily profession
To uphold the untainted ethic of forgiveness
That I might be a brother to all humans
In spite of the missiles they fired to blow up my head
With the hope of keeping my head up
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