He Sleeps Well

It’s clear to us that Lincoln will die He wears the sheen of a much-rubbed lamp It’s clear he never wore his hair grey (“After life’s fitful fever he sleeps well: /Treason has done his worst; nor steel, nor poison,/Malice domestic, foreign levy, nothing, /Can touch him further.”) “he looked ashen” the biography is always […]

Unfinished

The monument is like a ship, a big black marble ship you walk in, can look up to see the buildings that scar the sky, and forward, to see the semicircle of marble where there are symbols. Symbols of various good ideas, from various African cultures, and a crescent moon, and a cross. I […]