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Saturday, July 02, 2005

D. Boon dies in Arizona car crash

I have endured your hatred.
I have expressed my gratitude.
I have tried to penetrate your secretive motives.
You won't be happy until there is nothing left unused.
Every stratum of coal.
Every tree chopped down.
Every fanatical missile.
Every unjust decree.
Every animal killed.
Is all this for my benefit?
If so I never asked for it.

Are we improving morally
with every high pitched battle cry?
Does it elevate our clumsiness?

Arbitrated disputes breakdown
too easily to the pervading
moods of the armed forces.

1 comment:

Billy Jack said...

Is this stuff still coming from your old diaries? Sometimes it seems so an at other times I cannot be so sure