A Poem

Seems a suitable moment for a little poem I wrote when I was sixteen, a sophomore in high school:

Procession

What day is this you laud and praise?
Why is this day a day of days?
I will admit it's clear and bright,
but what's this day
and by what right?

The Dragon is here,
as well as the Bell.
Look! One chained and shackled!
I think he just fell.

Your leaden procession
trails down the warped street
and into the ocean.
Swan dive!
Quite a feat.