Tag: Poetry
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Who Are You, My Country?
Who are you, My country? Many years have I breathed of your air Drank of your waters Trod on your bones Mingled with your flesh And yet The names of your celebrities are (Who even are they?) Wind in my ears Your latest leaders are (now that we are in between elections) faceless, forgotten Your…
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A High Art
Our art is The rending of flesh; The breaking of bones; The tearing of nerves; The domination of wills. Our art is Steel scribing perfect arcs; Wood smoking on impact; Survival in a lightning shuffle; Strength through motion. Our art is Eight angles of attack; Eight million methods of combat; Infinite ways to wrestle, crush,…