The Orange Desert

May 29, 2009
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You see those children weeping on their plastic chairs
the red noses redder than the lips
the eye sweat
Their sound is dimming.
When their cheeks can unstick in liberation
of the separations
When the dust can settle at the orange desert
on and below the plastic tables
and the banded survivors can raise their flag a bit
The chairs will have their fleshy fill
and stand on their final legs
For justification.

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