I sound the horn and declare war on time.
This marching arrow will march no more
with a bullet in its knee and another in its jaw.
Read MoreI sound the horn and declare war on time.
This marching arrow will march no more
with a bullet in its knee and another in its jaw.
Read MoreA wandering child finds a shadow-show:
watches the pale tarp contort the gloom,
where a story is painted by the loss –
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