Protesting when no one else dared
to speak up first, would others have asked
for the poetic justice he called for?
His school desk becomes a soap box,
and he lays out his blanket of truth
for you to curl into.
The last stood first and for that moment,
standing alone, he evolved from an amoeba
into a lion.
All this happened in four words,
Whitman’s line:
“O Captain, my Captain.”
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