[Newspoetry] Note from Omega

Donald L Emerick emerick at chorus.net
Mon Mar 10 13:33:00 CST 2003


Note from an Omega Prime

It is almost entirely possible,
although extremely unlikely,
that Omega is already dead,
and that we are merely hearing
Omega's last will and testament,
which hopes that this State, and
every State, will obey the Law,
to enforce the will and testament,
by giving no other exclusive right
to be and to remain in sole title,
and in undisputed possession,
of the title, Last-to-Die-in-War.

Omega's ghost urges honor to us,
or on us, to be honorable to him,
for honorable must honor honored,
though, without any disrespect,
the dishonorable may honor, too,
that which is most to be honored,
the honored dead, L2D-in-War.

Rather than WW2 vets memorial,
let us spend our national treasure,
here and now, there and then,
on the great mall in Washington,
to erect the memorial to Omega,
to remind everyone in America,
that we will not violate Omega,
that we honor Omega forever,
a national, a world war hero,
in an age when all such heroes
are better dead than yet living,
waiting to have been the last,
finding our troths never broken,
our plighted words trustworthy.

How high and grand we stand
when we have such Memorial,
when we bask in its shadows,
see its reflections in the ponds,
to graveyard a Mall of America
where sits our Governing Seats,
selling us on their sworn honesty,
in fidelity to democratic promises.

Friends, let us subscribe now
to the Omega Memorial Fund,
to an incumbent political process
that shall be necessary for us
to turn hands away from harms
to Omega's honored memory.

Friends, let us turn our hands
to building memorials to war,
to make no more cases of war,
war to end all war has happened,
already, in a hazy past, long ago,
even if old times have been forgotten,
even down South, there in Dixie land,
they yet show no proper forgetting,
their memory plays false to them,
as they lack an Omega Memorial,
cast in concrete, gilded in stone,
girded in strong structural steel,
a feast for sore eyes, weary souls.

Friends, let us all be only Friends,
to be for ending war, befriending all.

Thanks for kindly listening,
All Omega-not-wanna-bes,
Donald L Emerick




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