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TODAY

today to ask me
to define “Nazi”
“fascist” and my
brain has
  gone zombie
and I don’t know
where
    to start

it’s so long ago
that time of twisted shapes
and clinging shadows

it is a story
    that issaid and done
a picture
  that could never
                      return

I tell
    myself
you tell yourself
the whole world tells itself

finding the old music
    for that marching tune