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Memoriam (18th Violent Verse of October, 2010)


US Navy HM Edwin Gonzalez, 22, North Miami Beach, FL
US Marines LCpl John T Sparks, 23, Chicago, IL
US Marines Sgt Frank R Zaehringer III, 23, Reno, NV
US Army SSG Dave J Weigle, 29, Philadelphia, PA
US Army SPC David A Hess, 25, Ruskin, FL
US Army SPC Matthew C Powell, 20, Slidell, LA
US Marines LCpl Raymon LA Johnson, 22, Midland, GA
US Marines Cpl Justin J Cain, 22, Manitowoc, WI
US Marines LCpl Phillip D Vinnedge, 19, Saint Charles, MO
US Marines LCpl Joseph E Rodewald, 21, Albany, OR
US Marines PFC Victor A Dew, 20, Granite Bay, CA
US Army PFC Jordan M Byrd, 19, Grantsville, UT
US Marines LCpl Irvin M Ceniceros, 21, Clarksville, AR
US Marines LCpl Alec E Catherwood, 19, Byron, IL
US Army SGT Eric C Newman, 30, Waynesboro, MS
US Army SGT Carlos A Benitez, 24, Carrollton, TX
US Army SPC Rafael Martinez Jr, 36, Spring Valley, CA
US Army PFC Tramaine J Billingsley, 20, Portsmouth, VA
US Marines LCpl Joseph C Lopez, 26, Rosamond, CA

The vibrant chords that melt into masterpieces, streams of thought and fury, ruddy, telltale tributaries skulking across the roadway leaving ruts the size of hatred, a smallness lurking like tombs, hunting failure like a jackal, territorial predators cleaving away at goodness with rigid fierceness, a vendor- a sidewalk profiteer selling death as if it were Halloween chocolate steeped in glass, lucid temptation just below the surface prowling like a Hyena with its mortal slope and hurried pace crushing elephant bones, pressing the last of goodness, the serious weight of fear's beam; its hold on the self, its brilliance spent like tokens at the gate of misery, tumbling down the slots of sin into a grave noise without end.


© 2010 by mark prime


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