South Gate Rd. Sentences

Ivory totems on ivory hills left to feed the gods of war,
mourned by withered wreaths and crimson bows.

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a word written in snow, or was it the way the sun revealed the grass?

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fenced in, thrown out,

          the land and debris of america;

buried and hidden from sight.

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the snow is as flat and blue as the afternoon sky.