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Neo-Nazi Attendees |
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Organizer of Event |
Steps away
from the bridge
the men tarry
Beneath crumbling stone
blue deep
as immutable sky
overcomes
They capsize
like corrupted columns
in damp grass
Heads lost in
the collation of
breath and water.
I smuggle thought
from shores of fear
and covet distance
to slight what's near.
Bread and wine
have no taste,
no breath of life,
no blood, no grace.
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Siena, 2010. |
Hair shortly cropped
like felled poppies
gently lopped.
Long lashes trail
ripe fruit mashed
to bitter gel.
The Mistral takes
her breath.
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Red Army Conquers Berlin |