Wednesday, August 15, 2012

An Elegy For Ayn

A hawk, perched
on its ledge of
air, prepares to
swoop down and

dismantle another
sparrow for the
good of mankind.
Ayn Rand tries

again to understand
why she's dead.
The dirt clod
in her mouth

tries in vain
to explain.

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