This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert

Tuesday, May 8, 2007

SPEAK! Peace, Good boy, Peace!

Peace Talks?
Peace is a puppet.
Money,
the ventriloquist,
talks.
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Here's a one-liner related to the above, a battlefield variant on Gerard Manley Hopkin's line in his poem "To Margaret" in autumn:


...and fields of wan men warmeal lie.

[Hopkins said "...fields of wan wood leafmeal lie."]

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