Monday, August 13, 2018

HOW MARTIN LUTHER KING WAS DYING Comments

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My mother
keeps the promised yogurt of
paradise in the refrigerator.
Pigs resurrect in ice.
A peasant enters the pigsty.
In waders
he feels blood and warm guts.
Airplane flies above his backyard.
Not a sign of wander
could be seen
on his face.
Martin Luther King:
Martin Luther King.
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Slavko Jendričko
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