Continents on FireA Poem by Marshallaround the ring of fire continents burn in the blistering logic of claims to islands and air spaces, waters lapping on wrong shores cultures and creeds unearthed from a hazy past The crew-cut dictator still stands at attention at a starving army decorated like peacocks for a world watching rockets out of fuel and fire damp squids plonking in nearby oceans decorated with plastic medals sycophants saluting goose steppers with polished ironies and propaganda to hold power within themselves the bonfire burns bright as people perish without bread crew-cut is unable to see them die myopic vision and overseas education he will also have to die one day with porcelain soldiers guarding his tombstone. sad. anyone crying? kill the ones that don't. © . All rights reserved, 2 months ago© 2014 Marshall |
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