Tuesday, February 2, 2016

<war> rewrite

<war>
 when crows find it simple
 to tell the truth
 <\anytime>
 <\thistime>
 <bare>
  stripped to a face
  with no skin,
  no room for fire -
  thing like a rag
  doused with gas
  and burning tire
  <time/>
   1943
   <Leningrad>
   <olga\>
    the camp whore
    tripped in an open
    pot of hot oil
    and survived
    <escape>             
     he swam thru
     sewer shit to crawl 
     beyond the wire -
     we caught him picking
     pant legs from the barbs:
     blood sprinkled
     white dancing shoes
     when captain shot him
     <Helsinki>
      <portent>
       mountain ash berries
       red as blood
       smelled like carrion,
       lasting a lifetime
       <return>
        back home, he broke
        his wife's arm, made
        get rich quick schemes,
        and terrified the children
         <winter>
          war without end but death
           <child>
            no scars seen but in dad's eyes;
            she drinks and can't sleep
           </child>
         </winter>
       </return>
      </portent>
     </Helsinki>
    </escape>
   </Leningrad>
  </bare>
 </war>

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