Gone is the six story-high
Statue of the bigot warlord
Glowering over Richmond
Like the shadow of Satan
Winging above the terrestrial
In Paradise Lost
Ex-prez calls it “desecration”
Of the town above the river
But there was nothing holy
On Monument Avenue
Only “Affliction…
Mixed with obdurate pride
And steadfast hate”
And up goes Lee, wobbling into
The morning air of September
In Richmond
Defeated
Again
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