Building brick walls

to climb

and pretend to fall

cutting short a lifetime

Bricks I haul

covered in grime

pushing back the urge to bawl

at the memories of war crimes.

I smile at passerbys

and give an enuthastic wave

pretending to not be shattered by

the man who dug my grave.

I'd rather see

the expected conclave

between myself and the galaxy

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The scalded soldiers

Slid over the top

Of the parched peak; waved,

Awaited the pop

Of reflexed wretchings -

The wretched allure;

Sweet shelling shrapnel

So bitter and pure.

Then dinning quiet but

Cliched tweeting; the

Eery aftermath

Of gorge filled eating.

The troops fall silent

'Til cries ring out and

Once more the trenches

Filled with d...

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Sticks

The girl with the clothes hanger limbs

and hard, emaciated, haunting face

trips languidly down alabaster slopes

dressed in chiffon and gossamer threads.

A lightning pure flashflashflash bleaches features

already the shade of phantoms and

the dark socket depths of haunted eyes

are ablaze with a shimmer of flash bulbs.

Angular shoulder blades...

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