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Jul 2012
It's true,

I think you've forgotten
how to skip rocks
so as not to have them


sink

into that murky, swampy
artificial lake that crosses
beneath the railroad tracks.


down

beneath the tracks there is
nothing but muck and a few
corpses weighted with stones.


below

the corpses at the bottom,
their faces twisted with
decomposition, there is


earth's

body for miles and miles, and only
a little patch of Hell deep down.
The rest of it is has seeped onto the


surface.

Just look at the city and talk to the people.
If this is not Hell, and these are not demons
then did we ever really have anything to fear


after all?
Just playing around with words. No clear story here, just imagery.
Brad Lambert
Written by
Brad Lambert  Missoula, MT
(Missoula, MT)   
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