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Most-Wanted (Head-Lines - May 7, 2011)


Muslim group: two imams pulled from plane bound for North Carolina
Thump, thump, thump stays my green rhythm as the wits usher in my red and howling belief.

Haven’t I the growling stomach as fear’s signal? When did my empathy cease the thump of Love?

My laughter too must have been ushered away as a terrorist in wait, slumped over aisles of fear.

Bin Laden "may have lived in Pakistan for over 7 years"
Seventh heaven and its virgin escape was thwarted by my assassin’s grip; finger firm, eye on death, wits delayed, my vow with the living’s undying death, a grand wedding befitting a mortal king…

Mississippi River reaching record levels
Higher! O! Higher still! Up, up and away! Dampen my Love, but do not wash it out or measure its depth, for I am afraid these, my words, might miss their mark. Come muse! Flow tenderly over my worship, not as a foul curse, but a curving stream with my heart and death between.

Military families have paid in hunt for bin Laden
The price was steep for all. Death, not being the end, has been held nearest my decay, nearest my trust in imagination.

The hunt’s been on for Love. Fears most-wanted poster seeking out a most-wanted certainty that, in my aim, will dearly pay.


© 2011 by mark prime

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