http://thewickedtongue.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] thewickedtongue.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] greatpoetry 2005-09-22 11:33 pm (UTC)

As soon as the President finishes his press conference, black wings carry off the words,
bits of flesh still clinging to them.

The ministers lie, the professors lie, the television lies, the priests lie.
What are these lies?

The teen-ager imagines herself floating through the Seven Spheres.

And return to earth crouched inside the drop of sweat
that falls from the chin of the Protestant tied in the fire.

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I think this is one of the best bloody gorramm poems ever written. THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

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