SUDDEN INFUSIONS
Grace, like a battleship, is coming home to roost.
With all its guns and armaments I can only look
forward to so much more. They named this ship
'Loki'. I do not know why. But, will I understand
the battle anyway? Not on a dime.
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People fight to a grimace in thinking they're
making a point. And they are : the rubble and
the bodies left behind will tell. Even though your
point is pointless, buddy, you've played it well.
Now the unearthly silence is all yours.
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I have to stand here like the rest and watch the cardboard
cutouts of ladies and men - who should be better, who
should know more - act like morons on their dancing stage.
The little politician cretins cringe, for nothing. He and she
lie like their honor depends. They are as bare-assed naked
as any can be. Foolish, stupid, and dumb, the three.
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Particulate matter will settle. The smoke and the grime finds
a place. After a few days, the bloated bodies - if there's a flood -
will at least float away. The birds and rats will have the eyes.
The vultures can take the tongues.
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