Message-ID: <Pine.NEB.4.53.0303150122130.12526@panix3.panix.com>
From: Alan Sondheim <sondheim@panix.com>
To: Cyb <cybermind@listserv.aol.com>,
"WRYTING-L : Writing and Theory across Disciplines" <WRYTING-L@LISTSERV.UTORONTO.CA>
Subject: poem (fwd)
Date: Sat, 15 Mar 2003 01:22:42 -0500 (EST)
waiting against the wall, i crawled out from under sun; his gun betrayed a single eye cocked in my direction. it followed me. i walked still. i could never run in the midst of constant insurrection. in such will, war is made. the tracers followed me upon the sea; we were all betrayed. the worlds' erasers turned the mill, crushing bodies hurled and burned for liberty; we drank the whole night through. our bodies stank. our rank betrayed us. underground, the metals clawed, churned up without a sound, ready to crank the war's spurned death in the mound of spacers. bones broke, eyes sank breathless in the muck of screams. life at the seams couldn't give a fuck. with luck we came home lame. - j.r.