Sunday, October 4, 2009

560. HARRY THE COMMUNARD

HARRY THE COMMUNARD
Contempt for the masses never ends
happily - they bend and they sway,
while from their little fields wild
flowers grow. On high, the
roofs of barns and corn-sheds
appear as nothing but extra
buildings on a sad movie lot.
A few sparse scenes, filled
with people who never move.
People who never move at all.

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