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  In a pool of blood 
a face swims. 
Under the boulders 
there is a muffled scream. 
Your private god was not there. 

The space is littered with death-snacks. 
Births a bloom of limbs, 
stained shirts, 
twisted wheels. 
Dam of tears had a breach. 

Stampede of legs – 
abandoning the footwears. 
Faces disappearing in smoke, confusion. 
Road is deserted. A white pigeon lies dead 
on his back, slicing the air.
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August 16, 2011
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