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Swamp Tigers No matter the monsoon rains that swished the tall grass In the rivers journey downstream through tea bushes on a symmetrical hill where baskets dangled on nun dressed heads collecting two buds and a burst of beauty for tea bags. Hidden in the dense foliage Semtec strapped to her belly She walked from bush to bush unafraid. She had died many times before. When gathered around counting tables Her mind tripped as a childs cry found her heart and she pulled the umbilical cord to a bomb trigger. and the muffled sound escaped as the fifty mothers melted in the searing heat and the factory flattened against the hillside burning roasting tea and flesh together. Deep in the jungle the Tiger growled a low menace (of rejoicing?) Other tamil tigers stalked the night in camouflage jackets, strapping other mothers to the savage sword of an enemy side. Lost forever in the mayhem. Author Notes Its all over now. It happened once before the revolution faded against brutality. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
Swamp Tigers
Swamp Tigers No matter the monsoon rains that swished the tall grass In the rivers journey downstream through tea bushes on a symmetrical hill where baskets dangled on nun dressed heads collecting two buds and a burst of beauty for tea bags. Hidden in the dense foliage Semtec strapped to her belly She walked from bush to bush unafraid. She had died many times before. When gathered around counting tables Her mind tripped as a childs cry found her heart and she pulled the umbilical cord to a bomb trigger. and the muffled sound escaped as the fifty mothers melted in the searing heat and the factory flattened against the hillside burning roasting tea and flesh together. Deep in the jungle the Tiger growled a low menace (of rejoicing?) Other tamil tigers stalked the night in camouflage jackets, strapping other mothers to the savage sword of an enemy side. Lost forever in the mayhem. Author Notes Its all over now. It happened once before the revolution faded against brutality. © Marshall Gass. All rights reserved.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:58 AM UTC
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