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Submitted:Feb 19, 2012    Reads: 40    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


Shinto

By M. E. Riddle

City flattened, economy crushed

People starving, many hushed

The nothing machine worked

And many rejoiced

At the techno-volcano

As a mound of dirt.

We live in a conscience

Where no rice grows

A house of cards

A land of stone

A place of cold.

Factorized meditation

Industrial clone

An entire life's savings

To live on a throne

To be with our own.

The tide brought evil

And all that it stands

Accumulating

In waves breaking sand

In a desperate lonely land.





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