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Ex-Magician — Flying American Flags

Published: 2004-05-08 15:26:56 +0000 UTC; Views: 190; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 10
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Description it was november
houses topped with ticket snow
jaguars in the windows of city hall
silver lined the ghettos
on the outskirts of the monopoly
people could be heard to say
"when the children are put to rest
nothing is left but numbers
hanging"
their sentences were kept
out to dry in the wind
the soldier had apples in his eyes
he sat down on a park bench
and put his numbers to rest
someone told him "you cant wake up
this isnt a dream anymore"
the facts were faced
that moment when
he stood on earthquake legs
of the sea craddling a musket
and sweating bullets
his war had come.
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blindfive [2004-06-21 14:50:10 +0000 UTC]

That's wicked poem. So visual. After reading that, I thought you may find this interesting [link] Cheers

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