from THE MOLESKIN

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[shiny all on top]

i want them to be posters.
that i could place them on the roofs of other peoples SUVs. so i might share their allure with truck drivers and people up stairs.

[echoes from a long house]

The Spice of Life

malaria
say a prayer
be more than a dead leaf
argue with sovereigns
history will wash your hands

school children
allies and empires
sitting round the fireside
men
eating eachother
bathing in new colors
burlap head count
wicker throne
trees cannot stand in this storm

strangers
like rice to salt
bare flesh and artillery
cannibals in the dirt
murdering souls under cover of lightning
hunter gather
the language of blood
gutshot belly wound
the war is over

poor devil
what is life without a little salt?

[scott]

nice one, shiny.