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GUILTY (1/29/10 Head-Line Poetry for Friday)


Tony Blair on Iraq: I'd do it again
A massive head hurls itself across our span. Its cracked lips, pursed with shame, come with their rumbling at our pane, “I’d do it again and again.” their refrain, ad nauseum.

U.S. Economy Grew at Fastest Pace in 6 Years Last Quarter
Be a pair of hands to lie in, lift our eyes so we might gaze upon the world’s wars and hunger like honest men.

15-Day Haiti Survival Pushes Human Limits
You cannot have her, death! She is for the living, their quake-filled love and breath, their examined dread.

Plan to scuttle 'don't ask, don't tell' ready
It’ll come ‘round with an uneasiness, the general expected. Its disparity noshes at closet doors, the private imagined.

Activist Roeder convicted of abortion provider's murder
With this, the groups do congregate and begin their counter-insurgency. These armies of most righteous men begin to gnaw at their dripping sores like creatures who worship murder.

Obama Said to Consider Moving Terror Trial From NYC
Why do we outsource our fear? Why do we move our dread elsewhere? Why not shine it in dawn’s early light and the twilight’s last gleaming? Our flag still shines, right? Then let’s keep our fear next to its allies, the free and the brave…

© 2010 by mark prime





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