Real-cool to red-hot
each word of rhetoric blows
a wind cool-fire-blue
listen to their plot
cool to the touch, absolute
oval, the plot plows
over where tusks grew
listen to their memories
tusks sell ivory
objects of glory
remember not to salute
each dictator born
despite the graveyard
hold on to the truth, the scorn
of the dead and scarred
trust in our trophies
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