Category: violence
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Akkadian bricks
in the annuals of men I read atrocities numbers of dead names of survivors who they were does not exist broken refashioned in fire their history hidden in the glazing who they were does not exist living is not survival names of dead numbers of living who they were does not exist 9-8-25
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Putin’s war
(poem while reading the news) Someday the war will end and the next bullets will be for collaborators. What does a collaborator look like? Where does collaborating stop and just trying to survive begin? Hung after a show trial Turning blue at the end of rope. Feet trying to climb thin air. Jeering neighbors the…
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Spinning toward munchkin town
(“For they sow the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind.” Hosea 8:7) I don’t care if sowers of anger, inherit a whirlwind. They can reap what they sow. But a storm front has no discernment, no sense of justice; it roars across the landscape and spins until it is spent. Sowers of the wind…
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Infinity rockets
We write of the V2 bombardment of Britain, the desperate inhumanity of Axis partners, the horror of innocent victor/victims. If Teutonic archers had won the war, all the documentaries would herald the brilliance of their scientists. But instead, we snuck them out and built bigger, better weapons of war during peace. When World War III…
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I do not own a gun
My two older sisters had matching dolls. I had cars and trucks, a Roy Rogers’ holster with a silver cap gun. I used to hide in their closet and played with their dolls when no one was around. My mother was a girl scout leader; I know all the songs. I belonged to the boy…
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H.O.R.S.E.
Who decided to spell H.O.R.S.E. that this was the way to see who was the best shot in the neighborhood? Today, I watched young kids play H.O.R.S.E. and doubt they ever rode a horse at summer camp or enjoyed Roy Rogers on TV Shoot to disarm and never to kill dreamed of crying High Oh…
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