poetry from the antarctic
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Go tell my Grandfather
That nothing was won
No freedoms held
The fascists have
Disembarked
And we are
All Jews
Again
Saturday, September 11, 2010
My love, see the sky
Boil grey, and the ocean roll
As the wind breathes lust
From the west
Yet we spread, black tipped
Like angel fingers
To caress
To caress
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