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a dictator


a dictator lives

in a den of wolves

and feeds them

with luscious parts

of his body


once they've got

the taste

he unleashes them

on their own country


which they chew up

with teeth knashing

ripping the heart

from every body


that refuses to hear his

doctrine scratched on

a sacred scroll

of death


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the spy


they say he sees


and won't say a word about it


can't buy him out

can't meet his price

can't find it


he walks around

an encyclopedia to himself

and no one knows him


he's never seen

he's invisible even

to himself


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a chance vision


I saw Jesus Christ

walk into an army surplus store

and walk out with a helmet on his head

hoisting a pack over his shoulder


I asked him what was happening

and he threw me a leaflet

from some church

advocating war


he shook his head as he passed and

under his helmet I saw a crown of thorns


he's still suffering

no matter what religion

has him teaching their curriculum


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the wisdom of water


I sought out the rocky streams

in the Cascades in Oregon

that water had life and


that water kept on moving and

it seemed nothing could stop it


I'm a poet but only a joker

in comparison to that water

I don't have sacred wisdom in me

and the small pieces of any answer

I possess have the habit of standing still

and haunting me for holding it


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