Friday, August 11, 2006

News from the World

In this dusty town
Beside the river
The towers crawl upward
Facing dusk light

The lowlands overgrown
With the green
The bottomless heaven of
Cool white dew

Im cut off here
From my homeland
Whom shall I send
My letters to

Because the news is all war...
War still roaming the countryside
After all these years.


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