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fa11ing (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

just before the fall the damn brittlebrown leaves, tin trees with veined fingers bloodless & burned down deep now dustchoked in the angles, the wailing and the whiteness mangled metal, papers pulped, dig bodies, x amount : obscene.

Bill Z Bub 15-Dec-02/10:08 PM
thanks. maybe its because I'm psuedo-american (ie Canadian) that I have no need to throw in lines about flags or eagles. Yet here in southern ontario, I am much closer to new york than someone in, say, california.

the thing i remember most now is the dust that choked the great canyons of the city blocks. the wailing, the whiteness, and me half dressed, scratching rats nest hair, clutching the tv remote without strength left.




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