In Arena Night — Michael Mc Aloran

Horror of War By Mary Perry Stone

I am not a silent poet

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Guns Kill by Mary Perry Stone

I am not a silent poet

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All-American by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

The occasions increase

When we must prove

That we can love.

..

The opportunities fall

All around us

Like rice

At a wild wedding.

..

Or like strings

Of lighted firecrackers

Flacking the dizzy air

On the Fourth of July.

..

These days and nights

Circumstances are flowering

Like cancers of blue bones

Testing the invisible marrow

Of being human.

..

This test 

Is the last.

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A Smuggled Letter by Ed Stone

I am not a silent poet

I live in an asylum

Where conscience is forbidden

 Our fat keepers

Are ourselves

So they treat us well

At feeding time

Our troughs are full

We lack nothing essential

And if we never complain

And make our own beds

And march in formation

To perform assigned chores

Our keepers allow us

To murder our children.

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