The Holocaust InsideA Poem by David BensonThe future isn't as bright as we'd hoped. Science FictionI've seen the future about five miles east of here. Behind stylish curls, within Sybilline brown in pearl eyes, a miniature world writhes and cries to the beat of children pounding drumhead skin with hand-ground ladles. Their tears clump the dust made centuries thick; and the starveling earth swallows. In a blink their deaths are grains, and she brushes the curl aside. The holocaust inside.
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StatsAuthorDavid BensonMays Landing, NJAboutWriter, author, poet, farmer, PR guy, production manager, war games designer - you name it, and likely I've done it sometime during the last 56 years. I was even a preacher for a little while. I'm .. more..Writing
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