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Friday, December 30, 2016


Rest with the fallen
Sleep with the dead, they are friends
Even those you feared

Welcome death and peace
The corpse rotting in the grave
The corpse is nothing

Time cleanses no-one
Words will never heal the wounds
The victims of wars

Knock, knock at my door
Patriotic lies, and jokes
The poets are poor
War-mongers are pimps
Whore-mongers self-dealing fools
Thirsty and starving

The dead are alive
Flash in the warmth of a smile
Remembered in song

Beat the air apart        
Freedom from the drum of doubt
The departed rest

(A Haiku Septet)

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