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Free verse № 96168

Plastic Explosive Iraqi-Man

Member since 2004 · Posted 5 Apr 2004 · Edited 5 Apr 2004 · 8 comments

The day after the end of the casteless world A maskless god touched vanity as it lie But despite the pleading grace of anonymity We perished The golden sands of earth burned away to fire Glass borders unveiled a machine-gun eulogy Echoes ringing through the stoney chapels Or tombs A papered cleric invited the moon to pray Line by line space divided time; a statue Ran away wind and bastardized creation Broken

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[7] zodiac 5-Apr-04/9:14 PM Reply
"The day after the end of the castless world" -- can you explain what this means?
[n/a] Enkidu 5-Apr-04/9:21 PM Reply
Sorry, castless should be cast-e-less.
But the current meaning could be interpreted as if the world was devoid of people, or its "cast."
[7] zodiac › Enkidu 6-Apr-04/4:17 AM Reply
"The day after the end of the cast-e-less world" -- can you explain what this means?
[5] deleted user 6-Apr-04/10:45 AM Reply
Have a 5 just because I don't know what you are talking about or how it relates to the title.
[9] Shuushin 13-Feb-05/6:20 AM Reply
Ineresting style, I like it.

Feels like a synthesis of something, if you told me it was generated via a program I would not be surprised - nor would I like it any less.
[n/a] MacFrantic 13-Feb-05/9:52 AM Reply
Ah, middle-eastern inspiration. I can't believe people failed to get this.
-Enkidu
-D. $ Fontera
[n/a] richa › MacFrantic 15-Feb-05/3:37 PM Reply
Perhaps it was because you had some wonderful insight about the middle east and people dying or whatever and then you proceeded to write as vaguely as possible.
[n/a] Dovina › richa 15-Feb-05/4:26 PM Reply
You appear to be in complete agreement with the Deleted User above. perhaps a déjà vu of some fantasy in dream-like romantic menory.