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        BARBARA DE FRANCESCHI

 

            I will begin with a sin

 

 

that's where everything begins

apples/ egos

to a girl called Marilyn

nude for a calendar

dead for a President

conspiracies prosper

no gender shame/ reputations to blame

...and the sin goes on

 

should I run backwards/ meet up myself

start over again

rather than fail with the King on a roll

free will/ freewheeling

down the drugged out/ rocked out hellway

life was good...back

in the midnight days

swinging on rope petticoats

bee-hives pushing a hole in the ozone

 

in the puritan now after we preach to our children

drag them screaming in a chocolate tantrum

away from the Easter Bunny

shut the door on the Tooth Fairy

shatter the Santa Claus myth

while we...wait with a towel

for Harold Holt to return from his swim

 

conscience runs in a straight line

plotted by democracy

I have a voice/ but no tune

any excuse will do

accents turn to ashes/ roses bloom as lilies

out there in the powder blue

shot with fire/ the sun sets

                              lest we forget

 

                              fold back the tears/ keep the cheeks dry

                              in case we win the war

                              time enough to cry

                              for the flowers trampled

                              bruised fruit on rotting trees

                              those we thought brave/ self bereaved

                             

                              hating the day...when

                              truth will have to confess it was wrong

                              but...we knew

                              and the sin goes on

                              ...la de da de de/ la de da de da