Wednesday, December 14, 2005

 
The Temple of Fear

is larger than the world.
Assassins guard our room.

Contemptuous of all big ideas,
they have a job to do.

Some few escort the coffins
of babies. Though parents weep
ashes, they're consoled by

flags and holy books courtesy
of Wealth. What they sacrificed
for fades in and out.

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