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Devil's Den and the Slaughter Pen
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the rocks don’t
consider
the impertinence of that moment…
they remain tumbled in a giant play ground
of charcoal tunnels…
as they always always have…
the devils still
locked in their bloody slaughter…
for what?
That forever July…
to put blood in the new heart of now a nation,
they bleed on and on and on to keep it beating…
But pause as fathers
can…
and unseen smile,
as they watch their children,
oblivious,
laugh and cry and scrape their knees
on those rocks…on any July day.
January 2001
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the
rocks don't consider
the impertinence of that moment. . .
they remain tumbled in a giant play ground
of charcoal tunnels. . .
as they always always have. . .
the devils locked in shadow slaughter. . .
life for love forever, that July. . .
their blood, in the new heart of now one nation,
courses on and on timeless rock. . .
but pause from work as fathers do. . .
and unseen smile they watch their glory,
oblivious, laugh and cry and scrape their knees...
on that sculpted rock.
April
2001
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