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Lift the Veil (Wednesday Head-Lines 1/27/10)

French report calls for veil ban
Lift the veil, steal their faces in sideways glances shrouded by our breath. What frightens us so that freedom's then veiled?

Rich-poor gap 'wider than 1970s'
Then, one by one, they fell, unseen and we wept in redness like rain made from flesh while the quaver of far-flung war breached our thunder.

Report: North, South Korea exchange fire
This spiraling dread and blaze neighbors nothing very good or wanted in the layered storm, a world of fear and flame.

Poll: Half say start anew on health care bill
Which half brings forth this desire, those with or without, the dead or the dying, the wicked or the chaste? Because half of nothing won’t fly.

Israel's PR exploitation of Haiti aid
Put on your mask of madness, make-believe with another’s grief that you've come to rescue sorrow, awaken them with your sandman, tiptoeing across the trembling loam with machines already drenched in blood.


© 2010 by mark prime




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