Camelot to Smithereens” (JCH -- 1993)
Conspiracy starts with a reason
And what better reason than treason?
Kill a leader
Elect a saint
The blood flowing though the plaza
Won’t wash away like paint.

A hero for our times
He left behind a legacy of hope
Not what he did
But what could have been
Instead of a rifle scope.

It’s not about a figure in the window
Or the man in the doorway
Not the black dog man
Or the badgeman
For these are mere game pieces
In a political board game

“Camelot to smithereens”
He lay in the ground
Above him the eternal flame
All around us the eternal doubt.

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