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| Voice Over Artist || Justice Paradox |
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They
They took photos
They took the map
crumpled into
itself crumpled
into my own hands They took
a break
They sure deserved it
They took truckloads
of roadcut rock and soil
They took samples
of leached water we told
them not to drink
Just to check,
they took a little blood
They took snapshots, buckshot
They took blaze-orange caps
They took pains
They took one half
of their vacation days
They took me along Yes,
they took me for
a ride shotgun Took me
for the boy They took
the boy took the rap
(his twenty classmates stabbed)
They shoved me aside
They took our clothes
They took our vital signs
They took care of it
See? How my hands are empty
How they’re tied
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Unrecognition (from 2013)
A woman is walking on the slope.
Above her the hills shift
like a sleeper stirring under sheets.
Light rumples the flatlands below.
He is coaxing her downhill
over the loose treachery of dust.
A lizard darts into the leaf litter,
sound scratches the dry air.
She stops. A layer of fever
rises from the chaparral along the trail
and, sweating, she pushes the sunglasses
away from her eyes. A hot crawl of cars
gleams down the valley freeway.
Reflections prickle from bumper to sky.
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Diagnosis
Afterward I stepped
outside into silence
like a huge waiting room.
A white curtain
had been drawn
around the world hanging
blank and cool to hide me
from the soaring sky.
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