On Turning Fifty-Six

R.A.D. Stainforth's excellent read

It's the sum
of the first six

triangular numbers,

some kind of

Stonehenge black magic,

being born in '56,

then turning it.

Somebody said,

"Watch your back,

both Abe and Adolf

were shot in the head

at fifty-six ―

both the good and bad

could be targeted."

My Alice was good,

leader of a certain world,

hers no less tragic,

dead at the same age.

But I should be okay ―

my name doesn't begin

with the pyramid A,

I'll avoid theaters,

packing,

and most of all,

politics.

tk, October 2012

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me, October, 2012