does that mean we’re swine?
Saturday, July 5th, 2008does that mean we’re swine?
by Wolfgang Nibori
dreaming of the ocean, repitition of crashing waves once more
two ships turn for firing guns of unimaginable magnitude
thunk and echo each shot churning water by the dumptruck load
we have only small boats, quick and nimble, nets adrift
headsized pearls float for harvest, like gathering up eggs
i am confused on awakening, yet calmly full of rest
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