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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855
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Drag bodies out from the hills. Pull pictures free from their frames. Lay tar on broken streets. List repairs, their costs, on a clipboard. Get the lights on in the hospital. Cast seeds in rows to the soil tumbling from both sides of the blade. Set down a table, and a chair, surreal survivors untouched by bombs, near the scarred and open mouth of an office without walls. Clean your gun and head for the coastline. Watch the skiffs out in the distance, the sails, white flashing, in the sun. |
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Local Parasite
since 2001-11-05
Posts 2527Transylconia, Winnipeg |
Very surreal imagery... which is intriguing as what you describe is an ordinary situation for many. I especially like your ending two lines... nicely written, squirrel. Parasite God becomes as |
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Marshalzu
since 2001-02-15
Posts 2681Lurking |
I just love the vivid imagery that you have used in this peice, thanks for sharing  |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
Thank you. I wanted to remove the romanticism and exotic nature of war in far-off locales. Hopefully that makes it uncomfortable. |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
Your poetry is always soo intrigeing to me....gets me thinking!!!! Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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