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Family of Bones.

this week's Guernica
dust of people, dust of homes
swiftly vaporized

now rendered uncountable
in the twinkling of an eye

The Task Force.

" I then spend days, weeks, longer, taking out most of the things I want to say, so the poem ends up as a sort of epitaph to itself..." --John Glenday via Poetry Blog Digest

Nomad Poem.