Japan, 1863. Across the globe, the civil war rages.
I made the long walk
Across the plains,
through the village path
under the stars.
At long last, I came to the monastery
where a message was waiting on the fax machine:
It's Abe Lincoln. We need you.
My very favorite poem is an inarguably terrible one. I do not know its name and do not care to find out if it has a name.
The sun is pink, and the sky is green on the day that I am standing knee deep in perfectly still salt water. The tired marble floor of heaven is finally dissolving beneath my feet.
I looked up at the statue, and it looked down at me.
There we stood, unhappy wretches.
Comments
i've seen so much about how Lincoln could've sent a fax to the samurais and this is such a funny representation!
this is hilarious!!
quote from a friend:
"thats funny. i especially love the fax machine in the monestary"
thank you both very much!
Awesome. This made me smile.
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