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Veteran Insurgency (Head-Lines 10-31-11)



After serving her country, female veteran struggles to find a job
The veteran stands straight-eyed, staring forward, scanning the crowd with an awareness of a lengthy battle, bruised skin, busted limbs and broken spirits.

The wounded insurgency extends around the city like a naval blockade, faces ashen, waiting for a Coup de grace.

Dozens of Occupy protesters arrested in Texas, Oregon
The wolf hunts with packs. Yes.
The bird flies with flocks. Yes.
The elk run with herds. Yes.
Activist rebels with love?

Early snowstorm hits US East Coast killing at least six
The first snow came early that year. It sat forlornly upon her lap, upon her confident Love.
The first snow came early this year. It stood with a heavy caution upon our disgrace.

Why Zombies Never Die
Would you?
Yes.
Would you die only to live forever?
Yes.
Would you live only to die forever?
Yes.

If you were a zombie would you never die?
Yes.
If you were a zombie would you die to live forever?
Yes.
If you were a zombie would you live to die forever?
No.


© 2011 by mark prime

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