This is the new blog...CONFESSION ZERO


On a childless street she stands
Her face thrust in her hands
Laughing furiously

One man lies under his pushcart
Upon the dampened loam
Liberated of death

A joyful military marches by
On whispering conquest
Toward surrender

A mangy old dog, ribs showing
Tethered a shattered house
Mocks them

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