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Earth & Earthlings

It’s hard to see the galaxies through the hatred and violence and it’s hard to hear humanity through the deafening silence and the fife and drum of the marching band when fireworks light up the sky and the flames are fanned … Continue reading

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Pockets Full Of Coins

I had a dream last night and in the dream, I woke up   and I didn’t know where I was.   There was nothing leading up to it, I just woke up in a strange place.   Before too … Continue reading

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The Lone Dove

When the hawk fell dead from the dark grey sky above, the lone dove exhaled.

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Over and Over and Over

Battle hymns are still played over and over and over and flag draped boxes still arrive at Dover and its a fraction of the casualties of World War One but it’s still somebody’s daughter and somebody’s son and, though technology has … Continue reading

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The Poppies Are Everywhere

Marx called religion the opium of the masses but we pray to Gods of war and the poppies are everywhere and we pretend to remember (and care) and we feel so much better now and we won’t dare question the … Continue reading

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Tired and Hungry and Poor

We all came here tired and hungry and poor we spent lifetimes in the factories but dreamed of so much more now the only jobs are in Afghanistan fighting in this endless war and America is tired, and hungry, and poor … Continue reading

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We Light These Candles

We light these candles for vigils, then we use them for burning crosses and for burning books, and look the hoods have all come off now  

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