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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
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