Ron A.'s Arts Journal (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} scribblestrum) wrote,@ 2009-04-13 09:52:00 |
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| Entry tags: | poem, words, write |
DPRK I
Far corner of stone, as hard as a cyst
There, hands held open are curled into fists
Parties still gather to plead to the son
Who carries his father down the mountain
With distance some laugh, but I'm willing to bet
That laugh thins with trouble the closer you get
To no man's land and its cold facades,
Hollow houses and dwindling odds
