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Jovial Giant squashed between
Greatness and an empty chidlhood;
Juxtaposed in time and play.
Mirthmaker,
Charmer,
Crowd-pleaser,
Lover,
King.
A crown of gold
A golden crown
A golden statue
A statue of gold.
We
Toast you with gauntlets of gold
And crown you with our passion.
We
Celebrate your proud head
Tipped upward and framed by a golden sun.
We
Chill in your stretching shadow
Which blocks the sun.
Can you remember
All the autographs inked in hysteria?
Or
The pennants
Nailed
On flagpoles atop the stadium roof?
Nailed
By the bludgeoning power of your power.
The wind makes those flags
Dance in the sky,
And their sound is the sound
Of seagulls-
Returning home to dine.
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