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Another Day After
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Another Day After |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state 
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A crust of ancient stale bread it peals and crumbles on lonely laps; hushed forms, huddled in ruins, with mouths agape seek nuclear company in hollowed homesteads and collect radioactive fruit. Pick the fallout ticks off unwary backs beware of carefully dressed neatly pressed slacks; in time, hoots will call the hour of dawn silent night wings will fly to meet their pawns... Eat of the crust that crumbles hither and peel the gamma rayed fruit now bitter; holocausts surround microwave ovens aprons used to cover clothes, now cover mouths. A lecherous finger pains, there's no cure knowledge passed through centuries is obscure; the rat, successful in his underworld succeeds ivory tower inventors of latent discoveries are peeved. Drink of the cup that carries his blood wear the crown of thorns that prick the skin dear child of the gospel, where have you been? Eat of the crust that crumbles, it is healthier for the soul than leavened bread for the mind to guard bitter homesteads. [This message has been edited by ecrivan (01-18-2002 11:24 PM).] |
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ecrivan Member Elite
since 2001-12-10
Posts 3923my own state |
I think this is a very good poem, I do, I do. |
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