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we are they

by Charlie Morgan



mumbles foam and pop
into the air of silence;
meeting with all voices
forgotten and put away.

we breathe the words of Lincoln,
Plato, Jesus, chief joseph and grandpa;
exhale in the same syllables.
all of their words live extant.

hurricane rita and vesuvius
spewed the same winds of change;
i breathe hitler's breath,
as he breathed Jesus'.

08/27/2007

Posted on 08/27/2007
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/27/07 at 07:09 PM

I've sometimes contemplated this as well Chaz, especially those last two lines. Mind blowing!

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