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Sunday, September 1, 2019

prose poem - 'Shall we sweep the forest clean?'

Shall we sweep the forest clean? Shall we walk across the ocean? We shall. For years we've counted the bodies of the dead from our wars, so many bodies. We've listened to the leaders tell us that now it will be alright, that now the end is in sight. It isn't. Lower the flag, it's dirty. Light a candle and leave it in the window for the souls of the damned to see their way home. Shall we sweep the forest clean? Shall we walk across the ocean? Yes, we shall. Friend, it is a one-way trip. 

James
-earlier version in Medusa's Kitchen

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