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In the end, a
broken chair,
a silent clock,
a chipped red
brick, an exit
sign that still
lights up and
points somewhere,
all that is left
of a school
that radiated
more energy
than a nuclear
blast or those
rivers of lava
now flowing down
Kilauea into the
cold Pacific, just
a few shards of a
lost civilization.
And you want
to learn
about Rome?
On being given a last
chair from the old L-S
December 2004