Monday, November 9, 2009

Written On a Jet Airliner

The Corpse I ration
black gold for bread
Corpse eye nation
forehead jewel as diadem
what make law for?
dragging dirty ropes
not chains; rings~watch
to create I-ration
in safe paths
free of terror
dread irate roots shake stem
leave

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