Through Tom Sawyer, Mark Twain
Enabled us all to indulge
In the fantasy of attending
Our own funerals in time
For fine tears and eulogies. What
He did not treat us to was what
Disappointment it would be to return,
Not for the momentary encomia, hosannas,
But for the long amnesias,
The obliterating hungers for their own hosannas
Among all the long, distal
Tom Sawyers to come.
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