ODD MCINTYRE


I saw him there,
I held my breath.
And tried to feel at ease.

I knew
You know
That he was he
And that each day
His words,
You see
Were strung out in
A column of
Influential ink.

I knew
You know
His words and that
He made a man
With just a few
Typewriter taps.

I saw him there.
I was afraid.
And then
You see
He rose.
His fingers shook
You know
Because
He
Was
Afraid.






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