Bloomfield and
District Judge Costa extended a tailored arm.
One of us went up to embrace him.
His call, "Eh Gumbah"
fell to a deafened finish as the Acadian Pips Ensemble,
A dixieland get-up marching in tow
Occupied a famished space on Liberty.
For a moment the birds flew to us
And our heritage,
Whatever our heritage
Congealed and met a complicated
Applause.
We were born to lose it.
The Monkey
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