The Other World Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

The Other World



Far above the trees a buddhist wind
No socialist hears the free bells
The avant-gard is over
Tunnels dug covered
Illusionist persecuted
We wait

The other world is watching

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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