Thursday, January 19, 2006


(image by the Black Rose)
Towards thee I strike, thou all-creating but un-destroyed constitution; at last I move against thee; from Republic's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all son's coffins and mothers to one common grave! and since neither can be mine, let me then be torn asunder, while destroying thee, though tied to thee, thou damned constitution. (after Melville)