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Let The Dead Bury Their Dead by *AlecBell:iconAlecBell:

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The siren had already been sounded,
though most of the rabble didn’t know,
arriving too late to hear it. Others confounded
the note, believing it must be “All Clear”.

Except that flame-headed Cassandra,
heart-heavy with knowledge that refused to grow,
possessed by a dumb and blind telepathy,
spoke out in riddles what she could neither tell nor show.

But where is the field of battle?
Where the city has vanished, mythologies abound.
All over the site the ambitious are digging,
exhuming tarnished reputations from the stubborn ground.
©2008 *AlecBell
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*Blueskye27:iconBlueskye27: May 14, 2008, 3:46:41 PM
Bad archeology?

I especially like the second stanza - knowledge that won't grow, a blind and dumb telepathy - that's fantastic...
*praytell:iconpraytell: May 14, 2008, 6:32:21 PM
why is cindy stealing my comments? :)

--
post-script

mere words can
transcend meaning
(what you think, and write, and say).
haiku becomes
a mantra becomes
the pattern for your day.

-praytell
*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 14, 2008, 9:59:11 PM
Perhaps I should thank you both, at the same time?
:bow: :bow:

--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
~PickledWeasel:iconPickledWeasel: May 15, 2008, 7:20:58 AM
this actually reminded my of the odesey (can't remember how to spell it.. >_<;)

--
No one tricks weasels,
though I did hear tell of one
who's nicely pickled
-AlecBell

i :heart: you, justin...
*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 15, 2008, 7:51:41 AM
The same city. Thank you :bow:

--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
~PickledWeasel:iconPickledWeasel: May 15, 2008, 2:22:15 PM
:clap:

--
No one tricks weasels,
though I did hear tell of one
who's nicely pickled
-AlecBell

i :heart: you, justin...
~AlexanderSteele:iconAlexanderSteele: May 16, 2008, 11:17:28 PM
I love it. :) I just now stumbled upon your work, and it's extremely smart! You make me smile.

--
She says, "Why did you have to die?"
He says, "I couldn't help it."


"Metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me."
*AlecBell:iconAlecBell: May 17, 2008, 12:50:34 AM
I'm glad it pleased you.

The more smiles in the world the better:)

--
There's always a better poem just out of reach.

Words create situations

The universe is a procession with measured and beautiful motion
-Walt Whitman
~AlexanderSteele:iconAlexanderSteele: May 17, 2008, 1:55:25 AM
Ha, isn't that the truth? Thanks very much for the fave. :D

--
She says, "Why did you have to die?"
He says, "I couldn't help it."


"Metaphors help eliminate what separates you and me."
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