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Ideas and Crimes

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Ideas and Crimes

 

As I feel  it

The dented wood of the desk seems to tremble

The stains and odor have long left its surface

Leaving  deep sword strokes of memory

To  gape their wounds wide

Every day at school

Baby hands would trace

Those outwardly blunted creases

Familiar with their

Deepest  grooves

Yet those cuts run deeper than they know

And are made by ideas

With razors sharp, hacking through

Soft flesh, cutting it

Into disfigurement

Annulling something alive and

Enacting a spectacle of dread for

The children to see

 

As I watch , I now see

An ancient procession still wending its brutal way

The faces grim, eyes hard

Muscle bound, crazed and angry

And still carrying stone clubs

To crack open naked skulls

 

……….As if the past is ever extant !

 

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  1. Sam…this nearly made me cry…it is so well written, gritty and honest…I could see this in my mind like a picture scorching in, I love it so very much.

    ~Lady Day

    May 27, 2012 at 11:35 am

  2. Well-written images, very vivid.

    williamricci

    May 27, 2012 at 1:20 pm

  3. You are so kind 🙂

    Sam

    May 27, 2012 at 4:52 pm

  4. Sam, this is beautiful, honest, strong! Well said.

    Susan L Daniels

    May 27, 2012 at 4:59 pm

  5. Wow!!! So gritty and vivid and true. So much of the primitive is still present in us, hacking away at each other under the veneer of polite debate.

    arabwriterchick

    June 2, 2012 at 8:54 pm


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