Jonas Kyle-Sidell

Originalism

Come back to the shinning

moment,

its

tattered

edges, and remedial

grace.  Watch the morning

arrive, soundless and

now, your son

asleep, your

eternity

also – don’t move – and one realizes

that it is that

which takes down

empires.  This textualist

theater, recidivism

of innocence.  We are not

who

we once

were, if ever.  Too much

has happened.