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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My people are shipwrecks, they have faces long crushed by tanks. Many are landlocked, a few were too oceanic they got broken by dry-docked hearts. Most were blitzed by smokescreens. The trees and industrial units are so tightly packed, that snow can only fall in thin shafts of squeezed daylight. You can get silenced or dead in those cold spotlights. At the edge of the cut lumber yearlong tractors unearth muskets discarded by the few who held fast only to retreat to boneyards and sweatshops. The unauthorized have been censured and cancelled, mute now the people hide their souls. We took a road much travelled, a stream of masked riders escaping, it was a mad rush to keep up with the fear. When we got there, we could only mill about like sheep behind the razor wire. My people peer form the margins, form tented tribes native to junkyards and jetsam. They are washed up as shoreless wreckage, gaunt reminders of all things forgotten. They dream of that slim peninsular. They dream-walk to the end of its long pier, grasp the last flimsy rail that keeps them safe from the past and the future. An ancient cycle of storms pounds them, pounds that rickety quay as it finger-points to nowhere. The sea slaps their faces, until they cannot stand, but must sit inside their open mouths, be just funnels for the unrelenting winds of dark times.
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