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From A Ramshackle Shack
Poetry
9

Imagine the precise and daunting gears and
levers of the decree that led to all those innocent
people meeting death at the World Trade Center in
New York September 11, 2001
all the little accumulating gestures and maneuvers that
put them at their desks on schedule in time to die
the horrific fireball of the angel of death who may have
appeared to them all at the last as
cool refreshing waterfalls of light or open
delightful corridors leading to emerald green
gardens so bright with joy they forgot completely
how they got there
The American Dream
Poetry
October
Killing myself in the American dream
How does it feel?
Unreal!
Drowning in Deals
and value-less Value meals
Endless maybes
and assembly line babies
The wombs
have become tombs!