The trouble with history
with dead people in general
is that you can’t go back
to some impressive mistake
and ask what
in God’s name
were you thinking

Just the facts ma’am
is not my motto
my uncertainty tolerance
has clocked in at none
I need to know the why of things
though I’m resourceful enough
to invent the missing motive

For example I’ve concluded
on that Sunday in June
on that hill in Montana
handsome popular and just old enough
Colonel Custer
figured by Monday
he’d be a shoo-in for President