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Who are the jackals? November 13, 2008

Posted by vsap in Blogroll, Poetry, Uncategorized.
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It is a barren orb, if it isn’t flat, if the science

is good, but how can you tell or truly know

when you’re too fascinated by fiction to discern truth?

Hold me up, then, and I will follow, for as surely as night

covers day, we will find security, discover peace.

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Animals once too timid to confront us now are rabid,

dogs chewing and tearing, and there is no antidote

to their poisons, their ripping teeth laid bare.

The life we once had, we cherished, has slipped away

and who were the jackals that took her, devoured her?

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