Habeas Corpus

We stumble, gout-footed
forward in growing ignorance
like goiters of cooling lava
erupting under chiseled Rushmore chins
burbling out and up
effacing the proud works
of a noble-intended past
in a vein-rutted atlas
of misdirection, wrong-ways and dead-ends
examined and flipped, this way and that, fueling
ceaseless argument over
that which should never be argued
until the faces are gone
the bodies that never were
never matter more

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