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Identifiable Objects (Wednesday Head-Lines - 11/11/09)


Service honors fallen at Fort Hood
Within all that is observed and undetectable, a memorial service, somber, a knot in the quaking cosmos. The boots and helmets and guns at attention. They stand ever still staring like creation, the devout sermons trailing them, leak a thimble of truth.

Deadly blast hits Pakistani town
This day’s count as it leaps, higher still, and where death rushes in, a blinding illumination crests within the winter of those still living.

States Mold School Policies to Win Federal Money
This is backwards! A wingless bird. A toothless shark. A blind guide. A spoken secret. A vivid shadow in the well lit dark.

Vatican Scientists Seek Evidence Of Alien Life
Galileo challenged them once, but this isn’t confrontation, this is the waste of spirit in a sky of seeking gods.

Big Bankers Say They're Doing God's Work ... Are They Right?
This would be the stuff of fairy tales, if not for its being bankrupt of justice, the wolf, after all, tried to convince the sheep that he was God.

© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
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