My friend Shawn and I were playing over-dramatic fools today via email. He chided me for replying to one of his political emails with a mere "thanks," without additional commentary or insight. (I was busy and couldn't afford to.) He figured for an uber-columnist I would be more creative with my reply. This was my reply to him:
For Shawn
I won't wear that mask right now, not for you;
won't resurrect the voice of Whitman or Shaw, for you.
I won't entertain the Muses impatient in the hall;
won't listen to their song that echoes off these walls.
Rather, I'll rip the pearls from their tongues, reverse them back to sand.
And threaten their very life if they dare utter your name again.
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