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Seven is too young to die… http://www.haemoblues.com/about_you.asp You were too little to be so sick. I watched you lying in a tent, Helpless Nothing to give you Only hugs. Band-Aids didn’t work anymore Round face, sad eyes Pain that could be seen through The plastic that helped you breathe. Seven is too young to [...] In Front of UMC /by John Moore/Getty Images
The flat screen television Has become a terrorist My laptop an instrument of torture How CNN? Can you know more about What happened down the street Than the news media living on that street So I leave and drive, heading Southwest Towards the hospital where [...] I walked alone upon a road beside a hill Where I saw an open grave lying still All alone beneath a tree, when I came near The darkness grew, took my sight, left the fear For there, right there, in front of me There was my name, inscribed on stone, beneath the tree. Unsure, [...] Shadows follow me, from graves at the farm In Uzbekistan to the snow covered soil of Germany And the sun dried deserts of Arizona. The cossack sits on the tractor that turns the plow Turns the earth over and over Turning… The bones of my dead baby boy… The bones of my dead parents… [...] Leonardo da Vinci He waited… His face stuck against the seventh floor window. Waited for someone to come, to visit. The only thing he saw at that height Were birds and window washers. Where are they all? The nephews, nieces, children, grandchildren? The ones remembered [...] |
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