11 October 2004
I've just realized/ that all these years/ I've filed/ Mary Jo Kopechne/ and Karen Anne Quinlan/ in adjacent/trinomial/ pigeon holes./ Sometimes/ they trade places, /and Karen Anne/ever patient/ lies on the riverbed/beneath the bridge/ while Mary Jo, / still trapped/ in Teddy's car, / strains wide-eyed/ at her window, / pleading/ with the nurses/for deliverance/from her watery/ world./It's time/for Superman/his powers/ restored/at last/without/ the aid/of stem cell/ research/to scoop/ both girls/from limbos/not of their own making/and lift them/heavenward.
Percy Dovetonsils
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