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Infinite Justice

by Freddy Bosco

I

Creepy crawly under every piece of furniture
unsteady feet canít count on traction
from the world we once knew. Alas,
we start at the scream of a siren,
never knowing what the earth has claimed
again from plots once shadowed by taller
more ambitious reachings, mass graves
half-full of badges.
Little David bin Loden, schnorring
through his nap wakes the giant sleeping
to find him blasting like a hunter
shotgun hitting everything but the bee
who bit our face as we rolled the dice
of intergalactic commerce.
Whatís left for a trip to the Xerox machine
while the camels sway in the moonlight?
This war, fought with stolen checkbooks
promises a pot in every chicken
a garage in every car. We recoil,
fearful and tearful at the onset of a nemesis
bent on bending every line into oblivion.

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