Aug 18, 2021
The Sleepers begins with a poem about John and the meaning of
his name. Chapter 51, the last chapter, begins with a poem about
Sleeping Beauty, the metaphor for America Asleep. I've copied the
poem here for you to read. Thank you for listening to the complete
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Sleeping Beauty adorned the dais,
Doll-like and dainty.
A monument to men and madness.
Preciously placed by imperfect people,
As stone rests on stone,
No bosom or breath heaves.
She, symbolic sufferer of our sin.
Cleverly concealed and clearly seen,
The public panacea, pristine and impregnable,
Eternal evader of capricious men,
She wants and waits for no one.
I found her fickle and firm.
I sought the sumptuous satisfaction,
Of kissing the sweet, sonorous Sleeping Beauty.
To find freedom in flesh and wake a nation.
But cold and clenched lips returned my gift.
Detached and distracted, she decidedly declined.
Sleeping Beauty awoke only to reject resurrection.
Wresting from my arms, she rests again,
Content with the quiet complacency sleep bequeaths.