The bomb went off as if it were in our hand, yet fell from the sky. It wasn't until the bomb went off in the sky that we realized that it came from our own hand. We marvel at our genius without much cause, and with very little wonder, and not a mite's ass hint of humbleness…
I have been witness to the four pillars and see no reason to carry death there. Doesn’t the world know that life moves for more than just the sons of Abraham? O! I see the stunned throats floating by in the dusk to their stiff-limbed sleep as metal rains down over the Jordan’s western prophet, children dying there. I am here, waiting, breathing in the dusk under the shadow of the patriarch, asking, can we again build the shrine inside the soul and leave our flesh to time? © 2008 mrp/thepoetryman
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