the general opens his stern
well-meaning
fat hole of a mouth
and blabbers into the microphone
for all the base to hear
the major applauds, a little
too enthusiastically, filled with pride
seeking a promotion
the capo corporale stands
attentively in formation
a cog in the machine
greasing
a stiff-lipped service
the private sniggers to himself
shuffles his feet
mumbles, mumbles
about how he's cheated them all
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the sun shines brightly cutting through the haze into tight corners of the post-atomic daze the concrete alley floor, with its broken flow...
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for fourteen years i wished my father dead at the age of eighteen i buried him it would take another six years to be rid of his physica...
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