Tuesday, January 06, 2009

borderland

faces painted dark and bright and
all of them hidden at
the edges of february fields

men of power
grown fat on lies

the women they have come to own

piles of skulls left to
mark where one country ends and
another begins
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1 comment:

mevs said...

brilliant poem. the title was awesome too.

5:31 PM

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