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Sympathies fall short They are swallowed By a starving abyss When the evenings ignite In the glare of red sirens – When a timeless fears lives In a father’s turned stomach, And a mother’s soul tremors Waiting and waiting – The swift sorrow of governors Will never soothe their scars, Until their…
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Waist-deep in the swaying grass In the storm’s quiet eyes, Sullen and grey Before the mourning dusk – Uphill Hurrying back Past the moss-green stones Through their guilt-heavy silence On the lone broken path – Uphill Before the waterline drearily climbs Carrying the weight Of the old wilderness below
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The hollow streets were flooded With infected screams Prodded along by a deathless hunger – In the abandoned hereafter The long bleak winter They bloomed for the scraps Of careless stragglers – When the earth grew still Ashen and spare Carved up by scavengers The droves of the damned – A remedy was among…
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Who’s left when the smoke plumes fade When the trucks grind home And the hate of day Turns to floating embers? – When scarred isles raise their banners of truce When their roads are mended Who will burn to fight on? – Whose world will ignite Beneath tomorrow’s red skies As they’re drawn from the…
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Painted shades of blue In the night’s small hours By televisized dreams And sleepless chatter – Floating in the static To hands outstretched Into the solitude’s depth Through their circling phantoms – The same dreams flare From their own quiet barges Separated and shaped By the night’s wide shadows – Their bloodshot eyes Are masked…
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On the way With still-pulsing memories Through the airport terminal To the window seat The long vault through the clouds – To a crushing embrace A warm heart and full stomach, To the weight of words carried Low and late into the night – On the way Overrun With shared limericks and fables Swaying drunk…
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Drawn to my edge of the river Tearing over the horizon Warm verses Skip across like stones Through the calm – Rippling out of the mist Familiar songs live again They weave the dark rift shut Our wounds cleansed and mended – We trade echoes through the night Our melodic volleys Pouring through the…
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Standing on a crest of sand Among a sea of grains Streetlights within dim Beneath the shadows of buzzards – Staring outward, Inner skylines turn to cartwheeling dust Strewn across the mute dunes In their hellish solitude – The city’s burial is swift Carried off by sandstorms Rearranged and reclaimed Beneath a trail of vagabonds…
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One stray impatient sigh Becomes a sharpened dagger Falling through the void Through fabric and flesh – One hateful glimmer In a hardened stare Turns to burning lead Lodged forever in the mind – One stream of words Grows cancerous in the soul A blossoming shroud Freeing death from its pillbox – One volley…
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Prowling along the scarred frontier Of a war torn psyche Is a trail of red footprints Belonging to no one – Spouts of fire Grow from faulty wiring, In the twists and the snares Of that rusted wilderness – Silhouettes from a dream Glide back and forth Carving effigies of old foes In splintered tree…
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