An old man died recently.
We were unacquainted,
and I suppose
he was not acquainted
with anyone anymore,
because I was in his house
because I was in his house
throwing his unclaimed
belongings
into blue trash bins.
I came across a weathered
plaque
signed by Richard Nixon,
“In commemoration of your
heroic service
to the United States of
America.”
His deeds were not written.
At the landfill I threw
the plaque
into a receptacle.
It laid there
amongst the trash,
when I thought it was a
shame, for
the short time before
it was covered by refuse.
At home
I again contemplated the plaque
but I had forgotten his
name...
Carl something.
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