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*manikins

Rating: 4.5

Their broken limbs are stacked
The way firewood is piled
And lie covered with a pale snow-like powder.
These manikins with damaged eyes staring glassily
Fill a deserted warehouse
That a friend inherited from her grandfather.
And she and I just had to go exploring.

This surreal scene reminds me of old war newsreels
Headed, “Liberating Auschwitz.”

I shudder and sneeze; dust floats in the air
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written 01/07/2010
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Jazib Kamalvi 27 August 2017

A nice poetic imagination, Lillian. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks

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Anita Sehgal 08 April 2013

powerful imagery.. great!

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