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Slash
by Philip F De Pinto
There is an old doughboy in the park
To be cast in bronze and set upon a pedestal has been his lot.
And a sculptor bird saw fit once upon a time to model
To lay the ovule slash pineapple slash grenade in his hand
Which has yet to hatch to blow its aerie quarters till this day
And if it did would startle not the old crowd for which it was intended
But a new one with which it was never at qualms or at odds who would be crying out loud - why us?
Thus - hesitation slash procrastination in the hatching
As far as such ovules are concerned
Are always devastating slash shrapneling slash blowing away not
The peccadillo inured generations for which they were intended
But perfect strangers whose lot was to be cast upon some grass slash blanket one fine day
Whose sin had been simply to picnic
With erstwhile ants in their pants
01/18/2013 Posted on 01/18/2013
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