Benjamin S Lerner Poems

There are starving children left on your plate.
There are injuries without brains.
Migrant workers spend 23 hours a day
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By any measure, it was endless
winter. Emulsions with
Then circled the lake like
This is it. This April will be
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jumpsuits, they have changed
painting, I
behind the concertina wire
can't look at it anymore, that wall
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The bird's-eye view abstracted from the bird. Cover me, says the soldier on the screen, I'm going in. We have the sense of being convinced, but of what? And by whom?
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The predictability of these rooms is, in a word, exquisite. These rooms in a word. The moon is predictably exquisite, as is the view of the moon through the word.
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