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Scores dead in Mumbai train bombs
More than 160 people have been killed and 460 injured by seven bombs on the train network in the Indian financial capital Mumbai (Bombay), police say.

Across the street from the Mumbai Western Railway, the station was scattered with fractured love, with shredded hope of cleaved flowers, dead mice, angry servants; things we could kill with our own bombs or hands or fear, given time.

Children waiting, mothers, fathers- transient- passing- gone. Waiting. Hungry; hungry for work or worship… whichever came first, but not death blasting its marked solitude of splintered joy in moist fragrance, pierced skin the color of kings wrapped in flags.

Copyright © 2006 mrp / thepoetryman

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