I was a woodcutter with a sharp ax,
I had a smoothed heart, but I was proclaimed
as world leader to sign hangings for opponents,
to dine the dove of peace roasted, drink soda to digest.
I didn’t start without courage or reach without breath.
Miracle! I grew a third eye that sees
the God’s love multiplying the little people.
Thus, I started remunerating their labors,
to save the body of the lamb,
to lament for the soul of the wolf,
to transform into lancets the knives
that threat my divided homeland.
Mary, one day I'll offer you a trip to Jerusalem,
before death pulls me out of the theater of the world,
before I move and settle at the rainbow arc;
there, I shall go with our children,
where the colors stand out but are never divided
and compose the white on the grave of my first love.
There is the celestial state, where I'll be a citizen AB,
AlphaBet concealed for tomorrow, ending in Omega.
Joseph S. Josephides
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ab-abraham-lincoln/
