MEMORIAL PROSE POEM
by Anthony J. Marsella
John Fitzgerald Kennedy (May 29, 1917 – November 22, 1963), President of the United States of America
I cannot rest, My spirit rages; Incomplete truths, lies — remain. My grave smolders!
I seek escape, From casket, eternal flame, defamation, Contrived by scrupulous minds, Penned by stained hands.
Conspiracy! Protection for villains, Safety from condemnation. I was assassinated!
A grievous, immoral, illegal act! Complicit forces: Government, military, corporations, criminals! No remorse, forced tears, false sympathies; “Your Daddy was a great man, Caroline!”
Fear of contention: End wars, reduce military, Prosecute criminals, Restore national identity!
Accept faults, Confess errors, Compensate victims, On your knees, America!
Democracy disguised! Secret State, Shadow State, Deep State, No State; Cabals, factions, sects, cliques, clans, tribes, Parties! Plots, plans, intrigue – cowards –conspiracy!
In death, I remain: Timeless beacon, Truth image, of truth, Hope symbol!
Evil continues! Relishing roles, Celebrating deceit, Valorizing schemes.
Know this: From each grain of earthy dust, I will continue to speak, Silence impossible!
What madness possesses you? What fury grips your mind? What passions drive you, Justified betrayal!
You kill your own, Oblivious to consequence, Hardened to suffering, Grinning demon in morning mirror!
Patriot Act, DHS, NSA, FBI, CIA, DEA . . . Acronyms cover vile purpose. You crave dominion; My God, you are evil!
My assassination insufficient? Family deaths: Brother? Son? Lovers? Each death whetting appetites, Pleasuring for more?.
Plausible deniability! Cover: National Security! No fear! No constraint. No limit to menace.
Eisenhower saw, warned, escaped. Shocked by knowledge and participation, His image now safe! Kansas!
Johnson burdened by graves he dug! Carter repentant for Christian compromise . . . Reagan, smiling, failing, vomiting. Nixon, mad with paranoia.
Clinton caught by semen splashes, 1. H. W. Bush enamored with elites, oligarchy, Skull & Bones; 2. W. Bush, “You are with us, or against us.” He is both! Obama, election promises, lived lies!
These our leaders! Cry America! Shout enough! They please: War machines, coffin makers, gold collectors!
Libraries, shrines, sacred places to preserve names. Marble slabs inscribed words, images, reputations. Keep alive presidential cults, designed to mollify, Penance for sin! Atonement for lies!
I claim no special sanction, Beyond my mapped death! Dismiss me if you will, Flee, if you wish, from hypocrisy!
Know I walked corridors of power, Know I stood amid whispered gatherings, Know I tolerated secrecy; For this, I suffer in death!
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea máxima culpa. “Oh my God, I am heartily sorry for having offended you . . . “ I learned, too late, lessons of betrayal, I learned, too late, trials of victimhood.
No longer! I speak now for those killed, Home and abroad, young and old, Across time and place. Memories cannot be bought!
Fascism thrives! Who won? Homeland, Fatherland, Empire, Kingdom, Amerika! Uber Alles! Deaths in vain! Surveillance, archives, fusion centers!
Drones, robots, androids! You defile warriors! You dishonor soldiers. You glorify war, dismiss death!
I am cold in bone and body, Shriveled from age and decay, Scattered dust on coffin floor, Guarded by impervious flames.
Like John’s Brown body, I smolder in my grave, When will it end? We are fodder!
Words rise from flames: You command, kill, destroy for naught; Ask John Brown’s Body! “. . . Truth goes marching on!”
Anthony J. Marsella
November 22, 2017