HOW
how shall
all this remembered
find its way
into the the books
be retold
by the old folks
taught
in the clsssroom?
will this desperate spin
you are Hell-bent
on manifacturing
find its way from
your dizzy life-ignoring,
image-igonoring
brains onto
revered pages?
or will history be
your bitch
as truth is now?
poems 2 die for 