Tag: destruction
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When the earth is no longer a womb
When the earth is no longer a womb,just a shriek and whistle of once uttered prayer—a long, puncturing howl of everything that was once you turned into casualties of silence, then you know that death has arrived, noiselessly, silent as a missile. All the clamor outside- it’s the hibakujumoku, (the survivor trees) insisting on life…
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Nightfall
The ramshackled town falls quiet to the artist’s eye in the retreating light.The old houses will truce their aged lumber,antiquity, for the invading dark beauty of his creation.He lived here once as a boy, in the sadness of his angels,held hostage (he thought), by the catechism of church and steeple, becoming a refugee from sawdust…
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Before and After the Forklift
Before it was lowered over the broken city grid and became my second houseit was a meadow where the grasses grew tall.I watched the top shell of earthbeing moved and hauled away,saw everything leveled to sand, except a thick, distant forest with a thin stream that bled to the city park—and did not shed a…
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The Well-Trained Palomino
Again, today,the cowboy will closehis eyes and listen to the hoovesof wild horses all around himknowing that his well-trained palomino will take him homelike a loverwho knowswhat his lust wants— knows the way to him,through the black covers of that dark room—even as the returningcreates and then destroys the greening prairie, the chambray wind.
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From the Sky
They built their tunnels deep into the sky.“No one, will find us here,” they thought.They watched their children playing soccer.They saw their grandmothers making bread.They knew the teen boy, so like themselves,under the olive tree, eating watermelon, writing a love letter on his phone. His beloved, not far from the checkpoint where soldiers were cocking…