Mrs Kennedy ... you were crawlin
on all fours ... I saw you
they printed you that way
for the curiousity seekers
t get a close glimpse
of Mr Kennedy's last
car ride ... yes I too was
forced into acceptin my
role as curiousity seeker ...
they showed you in four separate
pictures runnin in slow motion
after you knew your
husband was shot ...
the second after you knew your husband was shot
you were up an past
the back seat ... climbin
down the trunk ...
then a man came runnin ...
he came runnin t'wards you ...
he was called a security guard
he came closer as you were farther out on the trunk
he jumped up on the trunk ...
there were no more pictures

showin this the magazine
then proclaimed that you
were tryin t help the man
into the car ...
Mrs Kennedy you dont
need excuse for being out on the trunk
the seconds after your husband was shot
everybody could see what was happenin
in these pictures with their own eyes ...
why was the truth of human beings distorted?
how far can this hero image go?
everybody aint a hero ...
why am I deliberately lied wild lies
about what I see with sound eyes
who am I t be so insulted?
I respect you Mrs Kennedy
but I need no pictures t provide the respect ...
my respect springs from reasons in my soul
of which I cant touch
nor explain ...
I do not feel better knowin you are human
I knew it all the time.
__________

Mr President I too take off my hat t you
I shall abandon the rumours from mogrul's world
as old hags in high clothes
an court my truth as a youthful girl
an not worry about my heart being broken

oh some say it was more men than one
oh the wind blows bitter
I am sick t my soul an my stomach
thru communication I heard the high men speak of him
as tho they were best friends
all criticizers
t recall the day once more in my mind
I'd just as soon not for its useless

Broadway was salted like a truse had been sighed
all eyes were magnitised t each other
all regret they'd ever criticised him
even those who've even been known t 've dispised him
_________

to compliment one
the complete reward
oh your hair looks fine today

I look at myself
with cause to examine
dressed in jeans
like the magazines say
ah I ask "would I kill the president"
for any reason ...
an men have reasons
for how they act
an I say
___________

I stand an watch the clock tick
a bridge of time 'tween
my cliff an the one across
the great white way
I've never seen the likes
of where I'm goin before
I do not know how
soft or how hard the ground is over there
for its never been explained
in terms of standin on it ...
but with every tick
I take another step
because

stunned by disbelief
as everybody in the room
we watched Walter Cronkite
half asleep tryin his best
t fasten rumor t'gether
it was friday mornin
yesterday a riot started up
in Harlem
t'day at least for now it is no more

I shall court the truth
like any other youthful girl
an worry not about a broken heart
but the sword that bleeds
from a mortals blood
shows only its holder's reflection