His Story

Stories
Are all about Politics
The politics of the old
And the new
for we know
that what is past is prologue

And what has been
Has come to stay
In us, in our patterns
And in our stories
And there is nothing that has been
And will not be again

So we remember the past,
Calling it His-Story
And embedding hers
For she had tales to tell
Of politics that were played
So we find them
Woven within.

Thus we foresee with Her-alds aft,
And look to preserve her-itage,
Though some may be labeled her-esy,
Hermeneutically sealed off, in ways she knew
When with herculean effort
She built our hidden hermitages.

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