Myths Nixon

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Myths Nixon
That after the last shot silence.
            That silence
that swells about to cry eyes silence
            where the troubled councilors standing outside of our quorum of old
hoped to mount our attention undivided
            and make it known to us
                        who anyway, at least we thought,
                                    knew better,
                                    that heroin, lysergic acid and amphetamines
were substances of some consequence
that road called her to her destiny
            the road a stem issuing into the minds
                        of magazine readers, connecting them
to the belching charcoal choking blooms of black flower
            that had been her village, the naked Asian girl
                        stuck like a fly to flypaper
to that photo that blew all around her
            a napalm blast a flash, a Pulitzer Prize