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Friday in the morning a friend of ours died unexpectedly. He had a heart attack in his car on his way to work, nobody else was injured or harmed. The vehicle just stopped, when his heart stopped as well.
Tag: <span>poem</span>
I opened a book and in I strode
Now nobody can find me.
I’ve left my chair, my house, my road,
My town and my world behind me.
I listened to a hunter from Africa
say
“all life is sacred”
We interrupt this poem to bring you reports
of an explosion
of wild untruths and other signs that the news
is broken.
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The last summer was beautiful,
I was lying around in some kind of bay
The sun like fire on the skin,
The smell of the water, nothing is loud
Somewhere in Greece,
A ton of white sand
On my back was just your hand
How many ways could Trump mount a coup?
At first, we all thought there were just one or two!
But no, there were many as it turns out.
Begin to place
Yourself in the big frame
When you dream
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Like pears and carnations,
apples and plums,
forget-me-nots
withering in the sun
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Mothers won’t be able to mourn them,
Wives won’t be able to retrieve them.
Too many of them to record their names.
Away from prying eyes they’ll be buried,
Some will receive medals for their deaths.
Inventing, designing,
building, producing
consuming.
Knowing more and more
but often inside
unfulfilled and empty.