Sunday, August 23, 2009

503. AT THE PLANT:IN THE PLANT

AT THE PLANT:IN THE PLANT
It was nothing said it was nothing
ventured and the same game remained.
We stood like dead lions propped up,
leaning just a bit, to merely pretend at
a continued existence. I never knew you,
you never knew me. Reading Uncle Wiggly
down by the sea. Ten Father Guidos and a
gilded church : Most Holy Mother of the
Reckoning Sea. Bells tolled for sailors.
Bells tolled for Thee.

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