Many Ten

Hanging by the flag of patriotism

Lusting for something imaginary

Swarms of locusts wrap their love around us

Flesh of the King distributed among peasants

Keystone wheat fields left vacant

Rebellion necessary to end convictions

Dozens dampen their torrid palms

Placed together in chambers of gas

Howls of yesterday delivered today

Violent winds swallow dead skin

Executioner knocks on the door

With a steady pull,

Open

© 2009 David Greg Harth

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