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Now That We All Know What a Plinth Is…
What will we establish upon our bare, ruined plinths
Where late the stern-visaged generals stood? 1
Guitarists, perhaps, or free-verse poets
Or refugees from Harvard’s sophomore class
We could erect erections to erections
As advertised on the family radio
With brazen legends reading “Hey-Hey! Ho-Ho”
Honoring the noble eloquence of our age
Or, with roses for remembrance, leave them bare
Amid shrill protestations of despair
1 Cf. Sonnet 73, Shakespeare
