Castro and Reagan in each other’s shoes
As One mumbles Frank Sinatra lyrics
the other computes the price of fresh wick
replaces the candle and lights the fuse
No man’s an island if he can be two
The sentinel guard that history wrote
and the undisputed record of war
never gained nor ever ventured or fought.
From his oblivion the actor
crosses the pantheon dragging his robes
heavier than he is for he is a ghost
the weight a phantom wears is forever
As the island is becoming a man
the man is becoming a continent.
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