Sunday, July 8, 2012

Views from A 55er

To too many,
The family is irreducible to everybody,
The fox puffs her chest,
Showing off her best,
Morning clouds hang quiet,
Letting the mimicry of evil
shiver through their bodies,
War jets compose killing poetry
with blue mood and instant death,
Loved ones pray in the distance,
As the fox lick the scars on her face.

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