Sunday, September 19, 2010

I have come to cast fire upon the earth; and how I wish it were already kindled!

40 stops at the end of the road
only to look forward in the urban Jungle.
Young native travels widowed,
the past junkie died uncivil
with vanity in his myocardium
resulting in a lack of income.
Not unlike the Kresy
straggler continuous towards an illusory destiny.
She, for more, is buzzing 
for her Temple of the Cleansing
for her sheep and oxen
for her knowledge of Father's disapproval,
As one would indulge in Friday's coddle.
As one would feed grapes to a Roman.
In order to make a deal,
she sacrificed one meal.
But her child's life she would defile
sending down the River Nile.
found by no Pharaoh;
the harsh felt federal bureau.
specializing in ignoring the ignored.
Coming not to bring peace, but to bring a sword. 

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