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Warplanes blot the sun With their pitch-black moan, Twisting and gliding And spiraling undone – There is business at hand That of clearing and culling To the hangman’s refrain “For the siblings we lost” – There’s an undead scream Lifting over the wire An outburst, a prayer A mother’s stifled goodbye – Who…
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Under the rib cage, Nomads scramble From the steady downpour Of gas and grenades Of secreted anger – The right and left femurs Sheild the new bonfires Where rebellion dances To an outlawed rhythm – The spinal column lies shattered Enclosing the young Lying dazed by the struggle That rings in their ears – The…
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His wounds are deepening chasms That he fills with melody, With the cheap words he’s bartered Among perfect strangers – The faults in his bones Are sealed with the heavy strides Of a hard day’s work, With endless pails of concrete – He feeds the quiet moments With the turn of a key, With an…
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Cut down At the beginning By the strike of a hammer By a flash of anger By a piercing thunder – Sharp and shallow breaths, Cold through and through Splayed apart In denial “I must fight; I must fight” – What remains unfinished Circles high above Impossible Out of reach For tomorrow to attain –…
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A railway quakes Through the calm of dreamland’s plains Ahead the columns of smoke From a sweltering machine – Georgia steams and wails On a westward line Charging over my body And its quiet frame of mind – It barrels forward enraged To clear the slate and rearrange, To obliterate every deed I have fastened…
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My songs are just weightless luxuries From the crater-pocked ground, Flying high and hollow On a perfumed breeze – I’m drunk on sweet-nothings Two seconds from midnight So shameless and sunken In a paradise’s run off – A new troop is on the march And I have dulled my conscience My outrage, my ire Fall…
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Scarce is the driving rhythm, The eyes lost in a trance, The nagging hunger To repair and replenish – It’s a luxury to roam The inner worlds of another, To know the warmth of their sun To know the depths of their winters – These delights are in hiding From our violence and vices In…
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Outliving a lie Is sweet revenge, When the machinery collapses And breathes its last – Outliving a lie Keeps a memory alight Long after the shadows Of its killers have fled – Outliving a lie Supplants the despot Of some far away dawn Filling the streets with fanfare – Outliving a lie Is a tried-and-true…
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Separation is the quietest desire Locked inside of my psyche, Barred behind kind eyes And pleasant conversation – It’s an unspoken urge In the daily crossfire Of colorless greetings Of well-worn smiles – It’s an insult to yearn For turf to call my own, To sow my old bones Beneath a slaver’s regrets –…
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In a clearing I can catch my breath Among the sun-washed stones Called to their side by a vacant heart – Never mind the beating sun The June bugs and the wasps, The streams of fire ants Across a shared last name – There is wholeness here In these soulful hours, For this I…
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