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the world at ten.
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On the news
this morning -
77 dead.
I totted up
the named and unnamed
as the kettle boiled;
and peace treaties?
None. But murders
abound,
terrorists threatening
me in my kitchen,
sipping tea.
Yesterday also,
broken bodies,
blood,
tear-gas revolutions
in my ear,
walking past Starbucks.
And each of us
walks on;
horrific news
implicit in
our very beings.
Until Earth fights back.
Criminality
pale
against Nature.
And amidst wreckage,
innocence
gives a smile of sorrow,
blinking, impossible
in its wisdom.
Silence at last.
A boy, unnamed,
whose lips belie
grief unfathomable.
He smiles.
The world waits for tears -
but he smiles.
Suddenly
news is more than pictures,
it is Man himself;
all human
thought and breath
that brought us here
was consumed
this morning -
in the smile of a broken boy.
this morning -
77 dead.
I totted up
the named and unnamed
as the kettle boiled;
and peace treaties?
None. But murders
abound,
terrorists threatening
me in my kitchen,
sipping tea.
Yesterday also,
broken bodies,
blood,
tear-gas revolutions
in my ear,
walking past Starbucks.
And each of us
walks on;
horrific news
implicit in
our very beings.
Until Earth fights back.
Criminality
pale
against Nature.
And amidst wreckage,
innocence
gives a smile of sorrow,
blinking, impossible
in its wisdom.
Silence at last.
A boy, unnamed,
whose lips belie
grief unfathomable.
He smiles.
The world waits for tears -
but he smiles.
Suddenly
news is more than pictures,
it is Man himself;
all human
thought and breath
that brought us here
was consumed
this morning -
in the smile of a broken boy.
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This is breathtaking. I love this.