The ark
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I am watching dying song birds, a continent of people erased by bullets so tiny that only microscopes and God can see them. I am watching children beg and fishermen lie idle by our oceans once the source of our nurturance. I am watching the breast of some mother rot and be cut off sometimes with fancy scalpels -oh he uses laser- like this will make us feel better. I am watching you tell me titillating tales about how he is bad because he slept with some poor suborninate as though this groupie had no choice. I am watching men tee hee and women tsk like this wipes out every other action from this mans repertoir of life dances. And I am watching for the ark that will save us when the earth begins to cry, and once again we forgot to learn what the story meant.
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