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Poem: Dancing at the World's End 

because history is stubborn & unkind &

because our urns & gravesites grow hungry &

because we make love in the crosshairs of missiles &

because the sun grows angry teeth &

because the wrath is bellicose & the power of

the very few remains smug within its shell &

because the eyes of the very many refuse to open

& because i report to you today the bombing of my memory

& because today there are no ancient faces & the builders

of bronze & stone have lost their legacy &


today the trees come back to haunt us in their printed hands &

today out of respect for my sanity i withdraw my gaze

upon the Big Picture &

because the angels have gone crazy &

time capsules are fueled by their own feral shadows &


because the human soul remains still eager beneath

the avalanche &

i hold to baby's little toe as if it were god's &

the human infant remains whole within its yearning

& because i refuse to accept the principles of doubt

& because i resist baring my flesh to the claws of

my personal prophecies &

your personal prophecies &

their personal prophecies


i leave these words to you.

  • A poem by normal.

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