"Minimum number of times that Frederick Douglass was beaten in what now is Donald Rumsfeld's vacation home: 25." --Harper's Index, Harper's Magazine, March 2006They were tired of putting up with him.
The crucified was sure of that himself.
Once they turned from his body, he was gone.
Adjourned from forbidden arts and nakedness,
They lit cigarettes and snickered in the cold,
And thought the sleet would let up tomorrow.
They hissed as Little Eva made for heaven,
Taking the blue hands and body of Dilawar,
Slight, one-hundred-twenty-two pounds,
With lash and antebellum cry of soldiers,
Men who ask if they will pass by home
Once more, just this side of mercy.
Thanks Jeanne for illuminating so much
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