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[04:19.00]The Contents Of Lincoln's Pockets - Rainer Maria [04:19.00]at the time of his assassination: [04:19.00]two pairs of spectacles, a lens polisher, a pocket knife, a watch fob, a linen handkerchief, [04:19.00]a brown leather wallet containing five dollars [04:19.00]in confederate money and nine newspaper clippings [04:19.00]that there is walt whitman's pen [04:19.00]it sat in his hand and drank ink and whitman lay upstairs [04:19.00]and watched the trains, fascinated by the big engines [04:19.00]me, i'm just anxious. [04:19.00]lincoln struck at the back of the head as if by a velvet curtain [04:19.00]his body lists and folds, creased at the hip, and rolls to the floor beside his seat [04:19.00]the light's gone out, but even now he's radiating heat [04:19.00]these relics rise like steam and each disseminates, encircling [04:19.00]like a halo down trajectory of a common crowd, simmering [04:19.00]slammed to the back of your head [04:19.00]you've never been hit before [04:19.00]how can you deal with that kind of information? [04:19.00]slammed to your chest [04:19.00]like a curtain hits the floor [04:19.00]how can you deal with that kind of information?