Time's Man of the Year Award, 2004

December 19, 2004

Take that prisoner to the center of the page,
try him, tie him, and photograph him.
Something must burn the Narcissus. Is it this
strange swimming thing he's doing with his hands,

kind of odd, dangling above the pool
of his own blood? Kierkegaard could use this as an illustration
of Hegel, and "history," as this photogaph
I'm holding will show to prove: I read the news.

The passionate will continue to argue, or
agree. They will continue to mispronounce "Moonache."
The looping reel will still throw the rape
back on the walls: from memory, the whole fucking thing.