( Green AR by the Day ) ( Casey Anthony Found Not Guilty of Daughter’s Murder ) I’ve much graver things to think upon than my greed. The look on the river’s face as neglect sifts through reminds me of a scowling beast waiting for Love to enter, to be released of its long sentence, to be found culpable, guilty until proven innocent by a jury of billions. It’s no different than a fouled and substandard justice meting out unfair and disproportionate punishments. It’s not as easy as, “You win some, you lose some!”, I must take responsibility for the mess I’ve made. In the mean time, let me continue filling my mind up with the breadth of dullness, the caverns of shame, the amassed ocean of the flesh and bone of my cousins as neglect fills the lungs with dirty water and washes this all away. © 2011 by mark prime
(The Weaver's Song)