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.
