Checking in with Jeff
August 17, 2007
Mattaman McKearnee
August 19, 2007

Such pomp, the trumpets
such robes

That he knelt, stone klept
upon rounded stone and

There: on Zion’s parapet.

Did the knitted banners
dance? Mournful no;
they did not stir for
chariot winds,
however vain

Mattaman, your misery!
Silver city, you are
his dust, and ash.

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