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MONDAY (2/16/09)

This Week: In Memoriam
To the vast red glow that strikes the solemn stones we are destined to turn our consideration. They seem more like warnings than flesh and bone.

Crash plane 'dropped in seconds'
Behind the story, like the panicked thump of the heart, comes the expected statistics- numbers, velocity, cause. This comes as no comfort to those who've yet to fall.

Japan economy in biggest dive since 1974
The rumbling shorelines are coupled by the seas and the waters are joined in their long and joyous swill. We are slow to see ourselves in these realities.

In a Likely Obama Pick, Some Find Hope for a Shift in Drug Policy
“Drug”, like “war”, has such a piteous and putrid sound. Perhaps we should not fasten the two together like we do, “war on drugs”, “drug war”, too often they’re waged against an erroneous foe.

Guantanamo Cases' Fate Must Be Determined
As the truth’s of the air are everyone’s so are the fates awaiting their paths to follow. But the lie’s of the air that shackled men there, these have yet to speak.

Russians Mark Anniversary Of Afghan War's End
I speak of the tongues of a past suffering and defeat, a fiery dragon beaten back with sticks and stones, something’s left there- breathing, planning… ready.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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