Alabama rampage leaves several dead Storm of the wounded, the quieted dead snuffed down under. What will we do, drain ourselves of living? Where are we traveling in the smog-stacked spaces of dread... Acidic seas fuel extinction fears The sea crept by a sunken oil tanker, air bubbled out its blackened hull and called out, “In here! It’s safe enough!” The sea moved on without notice. Madoff faces life in prison on 11 criminal charges Eleven- One more and he’d be a disciple, one less and he’d be Moses, as it stands, death will find him there. CIA Torture: A Reckoning at Hand? O agony has found his lover in this, with hooded face and shackled wrist, naked, they shall move together as one and assemble tombs in their offspring. Bomber kills 33 at Iraq peace conference They had removed their shoes and sought a silence over the blaring storm that shrieked across an engaged spirit, their many scarves, like a morning dew, longing to shroud the wounded world. © 2008 mrp/thepoetr
(The Weaver's Song)