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Insipid blend of lemon tea
Murky depths unsweetened
In a grubby cup with a dull grey glaze
Cracked rim invisible in the haze
Of an all night cafe on the road.
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The frog green lilies on the mud brown pond
Drift between the ducks and the trees.
Leaning willows look at their reflections
Passers by contemplate their defections
The murky mist rises from the freeze.
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Skeletons walk free.
Their minds once dead, resurrect,
Remembering
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We count the long hours
They will be here soon, too soon
We suspect the end
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They both smiled, although only the man’s was visible
They both knew that the moment to come, had to come
The hair-dryer air killed the sweat, which helped the man see better
And the skin of the object of his desire
Dust laden and grey
Breathed dry.
When the breeze began to cool
The man looked down the barrel
And loved the last elephant ever to live
As he slowly squeezed the trigger.
The echo skidded around the valley
For at least a lifetime of heartbeats
A lake of blood, water-falled out his ear
And then he was silent, midst the fading roar.
When silence returned, the breeze stopped
And he stared for a long, long time.
He moved towards the body, and he blinked
As he touched the body with his tusks, and walked away,
His trunk sniffing the fading love, and sadness in the air.
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The older I get,
More acute the memory.
No names, just numbers.
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Railway to nowhere
Orchestral chambers screaming
Final solution
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Work makes free, a lie
Notches on a sickle, a tally
Death's head obliterates
( Yes, I know that this is not a true Haiku, if we all follow the rules...5/7/5 words per line )
I chose to tweak the "rules" to make the grammar flow better with commas, etc,
If anyone objects, I am happy will delete this haiku. )
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Sisters and brothers
Eradicated with hate
Chimneys spewing death
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A thorn in the flesh of the green, green grass
Between the line painted straight,
And sometimes bended.
The reek of the starters gun so black
The bulge of the rippling calves, sometimes slack,
As spikes rip through the blades
Of turf so lovingly tended.
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