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22 October 2008

The Newsman's Arrival

I. Winter.

latest snowfall soon comes
mushroom moons and loons strumming
us to sleep with sleep's eye, her fur brush;

tomorrow's meal isn't mush yet, not much
for us guests already
but enough to not discuss

instead, the details of the war:
These people are staking
claims for pastures and steaks.
Thus, This must be done.

while rabbits hide in the bushes,
like us incapable of fake-blushing
or erasing what is not in us
to begin with:

there are so many arguments,
i cannot finish a sentence.

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