Rest In ?
edited: Tuesday, October 25, 2005
By Walter LaVerne Jones
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Posted: Tuesday, October 25, 2005
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Come all ye would be rulers. Give it a go.
Edge of time measures what. Accomplishment tested. Plaques lay dormant in the closet of markers kept. Transition slow but moving. All faces east, bows to the black God. One verse one drip a contact lost in vision. His darling sold to the high-test bidder. His children given away on EBay. Three thousand for his son; daughter half price and used within the hour. Sand burns the eyes and voice from spirit cries but no hears, drunk on the power and the verse. Dictator paid in full, fold his underwear neat, wipes his sweat before he eats and sees nothing wrong, wife and sons, and grandsons gone. Defiance is now dead, lost to words never said, they wait in simple pilgrimages for the chance to skin him live. Too good to die. Plastic shredder has his name, a silly inch at a time. Edge of time measures what?