Poem: Explosions

Every last cell
in the body

is replaced over
seven years time

I'm not the Jack
I was in 1998

poems and explosions
go off in my skull

as each cell fades
my brain rewires itself

and the new circuits
begin to sing

in a synapse chorus line
and I don't know

if I will wake up
in the morning

as Adolph Hitler
or Bishop Tutu

or something
in between.
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