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His Southbound Train

And when the Devil shows himself
As the very one they’ve lifted up
And made their vulgar fool’s-gold saint,
Will they regret the televised grotesqueries 
Or just shrug with sidelong smirks
And stay aboard his southbound train?

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.