Ordinary

When the wall came down
there was nothing ordinary
anymore.
We glimpsed the trappings of The West
denied to us -
luxuries manifested,
from the dust.

All of us encrypted
words in stone.
One by one
they fell;
graffiti
of the oppressed.
Yet
our eyes
glittered
with the dust.

We saw a man
carry a fragment
home;
it was a History book,
a tome,
of an ordinary man,
and a bargain
with his soul.

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