as assassins exuberantly exhale
his youthful indiscretions were not admitted as evidence
but nothing could save him from himself
he shook his attorney's hand
and bade his comrades farewell
certain niceties had to be observed
despite the lack of air-conditioning
every ritual was excellently respected
as the fire of idealism was extinguished
the old gods were packed in ice and sawdust
as the heat became unbearable
a strange incandescence crackled on the horizon
as the judge rode away on his red bicycle
no knight in tarnished armor
or lady's maid in rain drenched ostrich plumes
e'er made so marvelous a masquerade
as on that night at nature's own farewell
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