President-Elect Obama... President elect Obama has come far enough from where none has come before, we wanted very much to touch him but could not, many of us feared we did not know him, but wanted to, we feared his blackened face and hands would weaken us, and his arrogant wooly hair barked orders at the tree of many tomorrows, moon, moon, when you shine, illuminate his shadow for there is a remote chance some of us will turn into wild beasts, not equally impressed and comforted by a servant lord bearer of black lightning, intellect and lust, his questionable past gnawing at our souls, we can, yes, we can sleep sleep soundly now, for the clay rumbling in his chest, will cool his blood during the day, and at night he will fall asleep tired while his wife whispers into his mouth the many names of our Lord.  This is one of my own clay       sculptures. From this to President-Elect, long journey his destination becoming our future.

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