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Shrouded Machinery (Head-Line Poetry, 9/5/09)


Why AP used photo of dying Marine
Next year the tombstones will be a skyscraper. We die there, we should not, waging, "we must win", against an unkind backdrop while icy winged nymphs shroud our eyes.

Afghan anger after scores die in NATO air strike
The fireball made dust of human flesh turned hearts inward. O death, what is your reason? Shame on you, death! Pitiful, steadfast claws scraping the inside of life with your machinery, bringing demise like maggots to rotten meat the weapon of powerful art used as murderer with a single stroke of the brush.

Panel Rules Against Ashcroft in Detention Case
Have we forgotten that all of the goodness was slain, as if love itself had been sucked out by the lips of hell and arrogant and depraved men grinned at the thought? Somewhere out there, a beast mumbles their names.

A Swine Flu Germ Factory
It is best we heed the call of the virus. Remain alert to its sway. We mustn't forget a thing. Make a list. Have we remembered everything? Vigilance, hope, caution, sanity?

Man Charged With Murdering Family In Mobile Home
It is as though he wanted to kill his entire family so none of them could stand before the court and say what a fine boy he used to be…

Israel may expand West Bank settlements
Move in with haste. Destroy all good will. Cinch the noose. Kick the child, shoot to kill. Watch them scream under the crush of a tank. Steal more of what was never yours to take! Soon, Israel, you will have it all for your own without one shred of goodness to speak of.

© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman

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