He
cried for Lee in Carolina.
Appomattox
an afterthought.
He
spends his nights in crisp white sheets;
his
nights hooded like a hawk.
The
revisionist lives and breathes his history
and
dreams the South will someday rise
again;
till then, he stands a rebel
monument
to misplaced pride.
For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
12 comments:
Perfect, pithy, poetic.
"His nights, hooded like a hawk...." Nailed it.
I pride so misplaced I cannot even begin to comprehend...
This is powerful and extremely well written and thought out. I just love the phrase "the revisionist." You could write so many poems with the same title/purpose.
What a chilling line: "The revisionist lives and breathes his history"
Taken out of context, this line makes me very happy: "and dreams the South will someday rise" ... but I'm just thinking of cute Dixie chicks dancing around in short shorts and getting their way all the time. :)
That hood can blind the wearer to so much--spelling, reality, humanity... so much.
Would it be wrong to say there is no compromise in this piece? Short, sharp, and all good.
'He spends his nights in crisp white sheets; his nights hooded like a hawk'.. wow!!
Sad the thoughts of hate going around hidden...But while I do not believe the South will rise again, I do not believe in reading history to change it.
erasing history...not reading it! damned spellcheck
"... a monument to misplaced pride" is quite a line.
MZ, you do so much with so few words.
Oh my, living and breathing his history... There is so much being revived that never should have had breath to begin with.
The final line provides a holistic perspective on so much of history.
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