Once but not for long
Meetings were held in the basement.
The aggressives launched
Bake sales, took up collections--
The weakers gave,
The motion was raised to erect an obelisk
To anarchy, have its lurching shadow divide
The walk to town.
It never happened, people stopped
A hollow toll pealed across the duck pond,
As early rain droplets and bread for the birds
disrupted the purity of evening
And the anticipation of planned disaster.
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