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(7/13/09) MONDAY

Blasts kill 2 Marines in Afghanistan
As we stand near the afternoon window and the sun dances through the glass, someplace a marine gets lifted and children lose their mom or dad in the crowd while our hearts pound out misery’s song.

Children die in harsh Peru winter
The snow unfastens a child’s fortress and a bluebird’s song- their expression moves through the Inca Empire where an enduring chain of anticipation shadows a cruel, beautiful landscape.

Cheney hid CIA program from Congress: senator
It must be a lonely walk into the fortified mind bent upon the insensible air of cruelty leaning smugly against the wall.

Two Held in Murder of Fla. Couple With 16 Kids
Murder, must you rear your monstrous head within this? Must you grin with such pride at having triumphed? Soon you shall be asked, “Is death done with you?”

6 Baghdad churches bombed; 4 dead
Why must they weep so? Aren’t they proficient at grieving like a child that’s never dreamt? I shall ask this of them when death is done.

Eugenics – Making a comeback? ~ Future Man - Eugenics
We are your only decent invention! Your only certainty! We’ve feet of your entrenched and scornful history! We are not leaving, so stand still thy bias, we to more honest slaves conceive.


© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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