We raised our flags to national unity in a cutting wind.
Our bare heads were bowed in solemn cutlery.
We rent our raincoats and covered our heads
with Gold Bond Powder.
The dedication was offered by a veteran.
Someone with a peaked cap and dentures
that kept slipping.
He spoke in a deep quiet voice. No one heard
his words.
Then we buried a time capsule.
Filled with clocks and watches.
Above it a granite marker reading simply:
No Parking.
We will soon be forgotten.
And others will lift our banner.
To them we say:
Barkis is willing.
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