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Touch Football
06:04
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UD Technique
06:40
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4. |
Row After Row
03:30
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The rain is slipping.
Dripping down the street.
The day is grey as ashes on the hearth.
The children play with soldiers made of tine,
While you sew
Row after row.
The tears are slipping, dripping one by one
Your son has shot and wounded his small brother.
The mimic battle’s ended with a sob,
While you dream
Over your seam.
The blood is skipping, dripping drop by drop
The men are dying in the trenches’ mud.
The bullets search the quick among the dead.
While you drift,
The Gods sift.
The ink is slipping,
Dripping from the pens,
On papers,
White and Orange,
Red and Grey
History for the children of tomorrow,
While you prate
About Fate.
War is slipping, dripping death on earth.
If the child is father of the man,
Is the toy gun father of Krupps?
For Christ’s sake think!
While you sew
Row after row.
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A Pleated Approach
06:56
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6. |
The Azaleas
02:31
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7. |
That Easement
03:41
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8. |
The Heavy's Glare
07:48
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Luminescent, visceral set
Sentient, but programmed to forget
Divested from the nourishment of rest
A tourniquet for veins thought indirect
Logic gate upon logic gate upon logic gate (ad nauseam)
Impossible infinite vision without form
Knowing, not understanding: a praxis for the norm
Crossed within, embossed upon the singularic age
As ones and zeroes now supplant the words upon the page
Batteries charging batteries charging batteries
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