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Posted by Mark R. Prime 911 poetry on Jan 13, 2007
Winking in our dreams, slumbering past this; our night's error sleeping deeply beyond the breaking hour, leasing mass murderers to slip inside our care.
Winking in our dreams, twisting complicit in cradle’s red linen, we are drowning of this; our slacked truth sleeping deeply inside our mourning nine eleven.
White sound weaves our breath upon our headless tyranny, slips inside our busy lives. Dawdling hope, we are drowning of our worthless and quiet dissent.
It is time to awake, cease and desist our hideous moment, let slip our blade’s humanity within its rib and awake open eyed of our most looming descent.
© 2007 by mark prime/thepoetryman
An American military widow talks to her husband...
As the audience files in they see a single flower growing out of center stage underneath a soft spotlight. It is a magnificent yellow sunflower rising up to greet the afternoon sun. A soft violin solo fills the air. Houselights fade and all is dark save for the soft light. The violin swells and the light slowly fades. The music fades out as we hear a woman speaking from the dark. Lights rise on and around the flower now and we see a woman kneeling on a blanket.
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