Lincoln's Chair
the red on this chair
from a nation divided
contempt for change
shot from a derringer
a dagger slash
fear on the balcony
the stage set
acts upon acts
players and plays
crimson playbills
mutter "useless" last lines
and exit
stage left
empty as a blood
and brain stained chair
[Poem for April 15, and #15 for April --- 150 years and one day after the assassination of President Lincoln.]
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