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Wordless (A tale of Myanmar, Amerotica)

She moved rapidly over the ground, alongside the Salween trench where hell dogs slathered their steel lips in conquest, beasts collecting the night’s wordless skies.

She fell hard upon the scorched ground, her slender legs slapping the stony loam. I cradled her wet face against my chest to gentle her howling heart. She smiled and stroked my face, then her mouth leapt upon mine and our hands curved into flames as we pushed deep into the brush.

Wordless, we spoke of our hopes and fears, the beasts hard upon our backs, the children and their mother’s shriek, the lifeless weeping stirred by the heartless.

The sick and the dying were with us, between our moving lips and fingers, upon our union of sweat and flesh underneath the forlorn heavens. And within our merger of silence we knew, at long last, there was no more need to run.


© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman

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  1. as always, my friend - your words speak volumes...

    i received your book last night - i can't wait to read it!

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  2. az,
    Thank you my dear friend.

    I do hope the book, (hopefully you recieved the one with the revamped cover, by that I mean a cover that covers the whole front page of said cover), brings you joy.

    Your words, by the way, speak to me and I am grateful for your visits.

    Peace...

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  3. enigma4,
    You're welcome and good to see you.

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  4. A great post on the Burmese tragedy. I'm going to link your post to my own post on the situation in Burma. :)

    Your poetry & your videos are wonderful.

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  5. Concerned,
    I will visit soon... Thank you for the kind words. Link away!

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  6. Again very powerful.

    Thailand another dictatorship, has a great amount of investment there, even more than China.

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  7. renegade,
    Thank you. Yes. Investment is one of the reasons Burma (Myanmar) slips further into chaos. There are many resources, gas in particular, that seem to have brought all of this slaughter on. Sad indeed. America can't really say much can she, when they've proven to be a nation builder for oily revenues. Of course America has her finders in on the mess...just waiting for the right opportunity to appear the hero and secure their own part of the pie.

    What a ghastly thing is man...

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