Tag: war
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The Silver Line
Follow a ghost and enter into a numbing That robs the red from the brick And the edge from the knife To stand victorious amongst crowds of the phenomenal dead- grieving nothing now but the loss of grief // By the dint of whim, mutant gene or dangerous exposure to certain quantities of gamma radiation…
Gardener
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Margaretha: Eye of the day
Teacher, How quick the winds in Java How blunt the blows And how deep the sea that closed your body round // Burnished in naught but a shield Impervious to so much of their poison. And to fear- in the end // Blow a kiss to the line Double back over legs that brought and…