Thursday, January 24, 2008
CRUSADE
Bumper stickers proclaim
the wonders of the salt mines,
stretch their beckoning ribbons
across a continent.
Crusader ghosts wander
the outskirts of the great pyres,
their grey armor transparent.
A last radio crackles,
"No solution left
but to burn it all down!"
A man wavers, numb but jubilant.
I have never heard a voice
clearer than his as he sings,
"Match sticks, match heads.
Light me up--I'm ready to go!"
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CIVILIZATION AND ITS’ DISCONNECTS Turn off your computer. I know, I know. I will cease to exist. I will return to my cave of shadows, ha...
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BACK IN BROOKLYN… The latticed chain-link casts its’ shadow and the gods skip a shallow grave. Zeus ran a moving business on 4th ave, but ...