Amy Coney Island of the Mind: A Sonnet Batch

and no new plan in sight, just marching boots

to beat time to our ripping up of roots

and mark the place of our apostasy,

deep inside my mind's eye a holy mote:

Two lesser evils -- Adam or Eve -- you vote.

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