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TUESDAY (6/2/09)


Killing puts abortion foes on defense
In worship he found his cause, in prayer he found his score, in murder he found his god.

Obama hopeful on Mid-East peace
How simple it must sound, this wistful, wishful flight among the fragile beams of stone and foul hatred.

Search Is On for Wreckage of Missing Air France Jet
Among protea, cycads, and pincushions and the stunning breath of petals they surely float? The jagged Drakensberg Peaks, like broken teeth shimmering edges, dark lines, not bones, but fractured meadows?

Judge: Release Gitmo Docs
We say we’d die for our beloved country, we proudly wave her colors and cry at the thought of promised freedom, say we’d descend into the grave of valor... but what of our torture?

4 Troops Killed In Bomb Strikes In Afghanistan
In the next battle, the next black mound of sand to blur our vision, will be war against the heart above our gut of reason. We will reach up and touch the fold of four stars.

U.N. human rights investigators enter Gaza
It’s such a madness of exploration this “human right” mentioned now and again. One would think that this was settled long ago. A mad word, ‘investigation’, meaningless, since we’ll discover what we've always known.

Scott Roeder, Home Grown Terrorist, Son of O'Reilly, In the Family of the Republican Christian Conservative Coalition
But then the dreams began, those that conjured your aggression, complicit nightmares blaring out, encouraging the language of your god. Sleep deeply, then awake, ready to ambush your god with its back to you.


© 2008 mrp/thepoetryman

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