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I saw first
Dante’s Hell spew from the ground
wars charged with infidelity
cheated humanity behind closed curtains

we, violent creatures
fill caskets with fresh roses
should they have dried first
Life underground sounds dull

the smiths and the Jones
a few blocks down a battlefield
honesty carved into a rotting log
we save none for ourselves

give and take
did greed rule wrath
or sloth, drinking coffee in the corner
Did we ever rule ourselves?

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Man in the black sedan,
the furious crowd bellowing
only a single tainted window against a tempest
They and us
us vs them
the real culprits in the shadows laugh.

Puppets always took the heat,
the blame, the hate,
I remember one, the kindest man
withdrawn too much by fellow “friends”
tossed to wolves,
ate by lions,
never a single soul looked behind.

It must be him! they scream
or darn picketers!
pick a side, you’ll never find the right
or the wrong–
they know people–
No one digs with obvious truth

and so they stay behind the curtains
licking butter off their fingers chuckling,
what an easy game,
what such fools we are.

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swing graphic

Where is here?

Park empty
swings swinging
red bench aching for warmth
have they forgotten the weeds
unattended near hastily placed
stones?

Engines pass
kicking up dust
catching an unaware eye,
house curtains closed,
who among the living lives
by choice–
through existence,
through every thumping beat?

Here the trees
grow ignored,
here the swings sit empty
as Life spent cocooned
unexamined, unsatisfied
alone,
withdrawal from the world.

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mouth graphic

Meddlesome words    I am finished with you,
bigotry   humiliation
I crush my tea leaves,
I drink it’s scraps.
They know my name,   refute my honor,
Cast your votes, have I been reduced?
petty stories,
False or True?

Dig a little hole     whisper, kiss it,
parasitic roots,
everyone knows her mouth,
unbearable stench,
maggots      shallow words
a mouth full of flies.

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I ask for a hard heart
Less wavering the better,
find a suit of armor,
clothes rip apart.

The world is cruel today–
it was always cruel,
sweetest touch turns brutal,
brought forth to decay.

Reality breaks promises,
Strength is limited,
Will a broken circuit,
Everyone is blameless.

Truth from many angles,
never one that shines,
only ones with closest deadlines,
are considered more crucial.

I ask for a hard heart,
weak hearts die young,
then funeral songs are sung–
they were meant to depart.

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