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An Oriental
Tapestry
On the
1st Anniversary of Your Death, Sir
On June 10, 2001,
if you somehow missed it before,
if you were somehow blind for the past eternity of shame
and idiotic wordplay,
not even amounting to the level of being macabre really,
if you were lucky enough, somehow,
not to have been a Syrian, or an Arab,
but just happened to find yourself in the general neighborhood,
it
will
dawn upon you,
quite clearly and quickly, I have to say,
the simple realization, that should have been
your constant and faithful companion
along with that omnipresent guidebook of yours,
and all the stere otypes bustling in your head,
ever since you set foot in this all but too glorious country,
that göötterdämmerung is quite a common and mundane event
hereabouts,
and definitely not worthy of any Wagnerian talent.
None was admittedly present.
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