Now that the Branch
Davidian Compound has burned to the ground,
now that they are all dead and gone and the
dominant culture puts its stern face back on,
furnished with police forces and satellite cities and hard/soft book
deals
they draw back from the whimsy and jokes.
The news grubs at the ashes and tsks its head from side to side.
Now
those on the outside of this psychodrama
from central casting can look on in earnest,
and fortify ourselves with a lesson like gasoline siphoned from a gastank.
Eight ways we are a lot like them:
© 1995 Daniel
X. O'Neil
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