The Unilever Series: Dominique Gonzales Foerster - TH.2058

 

All Is

By bruce stirling


 

the


keeps
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o
o
o
o
o
o
sticky
little drops
of cement
on my
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and my
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Pompeiing me
as it has
all Londonium
is this the year
20 and fifty 8
Mr. Thomlinson
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Mrs. Bryant
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her dog
oOo
royal
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and royal
o
this ashy rain
is obviously
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
o
a democrat
turning
one and all into
stone-cold statuary
defying
the hand of man
but how
and why?
but what
does it matter
when soon I shall die?

but is it art this incessant
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when the last man is
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who will walk among us
we, the stone-cold
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who will say
our cemented hearts
are art
if there are no eyes to see
the weeds
we have become?
this is the question
I leave you with
for the
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is rising ever higher
squeezing
my last free breath
till
all is
all is
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