Monday, November 30, 2009

Man in Tatters


Good night, little Hero.
The path of the damned
Had you hauled up from
Your deal struck with the devil-
You took the gaspipe and chain to the end
You were lost in a soundless space
Stuck down there with your tiny teeth
And sewer air
The act of empire comes much later
And choking, waits for things to be put right
So you watch to see the
true meaning of your work.

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