Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Half

As Zeno's arrow falls
Short by half,
We are dancing round
A Golden Calf.

Zeno, let your arrow fly
Logic does good sense defy.

A million mouths have been fed
Ten million more hungry went to bed.
Ten billion souls with no place to go.

Tell me, then, your tale of woe.

04.19.08

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