Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Statement

The run of history in a thick soup of rain

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The brown coloured condiment in a clear bottle

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The inexpensive aftershave and give away shampoo

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Two pairs of runners on a canvas chair

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An empty tin
unironed shirts
and traffic sounds
rattling in the moist breeze on a historic evening
of words surrendering in the mouths of politicians
in sombre dress
grey hair dyed dark
tasteful ties with moderate knots

the co-ordinates of sincerity
in the eradication of war

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Telly-dressed leaders

- consigned by history
to a passionate cause
lining pockets of co-operation in
the equality of flags and parades -
a jumble of yesterday's news
holding the chips for tomorrow's game;
cold coiled reality, a level of trust constantly
tied, tested and untethered by events
departure and return - and the simplistic
consistency of two tribes, vying in wait for a sign
of belief in each others rights, in conflicting songs
of a patriot dead, who died for truth and lies
put into their heads, through centuries of silent
wrongs, and bloodthirsty rights.

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