James McLain

Gold Star - 40,778 Points (1958 - / From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By)

The Same Political End - Poem by James McLain

Roman empires.
God almighty intervenes.
The arena, naval battles.
One had
fourteen hundred days.
Can one man
drain the lake of many souls?

Coliseum
Built of Catholic memories.
And hand in hand.
The flowers always show.
Hip deep in blood.
The sand is full of snow.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 29, 2013



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