Republicans Block Taxes on Big Oil Now the orators leave their darkened palace the penniless people are silent, without fire. Heads now battered as cakes… quenched. Everything’s been taken. Nothing left of desire save for a final lunge… and then another. US net firms to block child porn The young poured over us like honey, dripping down onto the virtual floor, fingers clicking their sticky breathe- scanned, quarantined, deleted. Suspected US missile fired in NW Pakistan Loud upon the sparkle-backed sky the empire’s arrow flies, radiant and cautionary, raging symphony… China Drains Lake Into Ruined Town Quiet now. Hush. Listen. An angel’s wing caught in a cloud, tearing at her soft breast. No. What you hear is teeth gnawing flesh. © 2008 mrp/tpm
(The Weaver's Song)