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FRIDAY 04/18/08

British PM: Bush owed 'a huge debt of gratitude'
Listen there are children whose breath’s been cleaved, mothers and fathers split like lumber, hatred boiling… Huge debt’s an understatement.

Pope Meets with Victims of Clergy Sex Abuse
Pale, dry hands of sacrament to fall upon the children, pouring harshly over and over their naked souls, unprepared to return the desire.

Embassy in Baghdad Is Ready
The rain now falling, comforting the beheaded grass. The monstrous structure, dwarfing all that came before, stands complete. The second hand begins to move.

Across Globe, Empty Bellies Bring Rising Anger
The lyricists are going home now, receding to the unforgiving landscape. Breathless, music surrendered.

Suicide Bomber Kills 50 at Iraq Funeral
The music makers have returned, red-faced, staring, stunned at death’s rapid tempo, panicked, cheerless, reprised.

Elderly US Ladies, age 77 and 75, Kill 2 Homeless Men for Insurance Money
Had even they, at their age, not lived enough, laughed, seen ample misery to have greeted the day with love? Surely their hearts had forever been homeless.


© 2008 mrp/tpm

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