Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Twenty-one
Winter 2009
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Package Deal
Talia Reed

Those who cure you will kill you.  We flounder.

Each of us is too much of the other.

We are entering the era of the
car bomb.  The nail bomb.  The terror spectacular.

This agony hovers outside of our
ballroom.  We cringe.  We halt.  We carry on.

We package up pieces of the sky
in a lust of industry.
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