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My poem WE HAVE....., published in Chewers & Masticadores Journal, lays to rest the false idealism of our rose-tinted world.
Read it and share your thoughts.
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We let distances take us too far away, to places where wallops of dogma cut like a rusty scythe through crops. Hermits scavenge here for the last life.
If we can we must rip away the tide that takes us towards only the salted sea.
The night porter goes with the scythes before the crops.
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In that nearest distance, many men carry parasols in the shape of a half-moon to save their eyes. Yet they suckle on the femurs of their beloved children. They sire a country with false modesty.
Just like their own fathers.
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We have devised a world through this sea of people.
They have an appetite to eat their young.
The night porter has reached their beds.
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We let distances take us too far away. The nearest distance today will be the empty lot where the sea will part.
It will leave us with scythes before new crops, sired by Janus.
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GLOSSARY
Janus is the Roman two-faced God of beginnings and endings, transitions, gates, time, duality, doorways, passages and frames.