Bathsheva's Bag

Stuff I'm into or not...speculations and ascribed motives and more...

Friday, April 26, 2013

They came to where
the killing things are
as though they belonged there
they didn’t hear the gurgling
and the seething,
the boiling
and the waiting
A penny for your flesh
humanity outsourced
on any given sidewalk
While death and evil
hid out playing life
the ever dirty and jubilant
lined the streets in glee
like pigs to a roast
or crackers to a lynching
they finally had a reason
to gnash their terrible claws
to flash their funny flags
and unfurl their venomous hate


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