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[aid] => mick
[title] => And Halves Cry
[time] => 2002-08-02 20:09:53
[hometext] => The title of this one is an anagram of "Chandra Levy's," and this is a tribute to that poor girl. I wrote this in reaction to the horrid and insensitive way that the media handled her disappearance. How they focused on answering the question "Was Gary Condit sleeping with his intern?" and they completely ignored the fact that a poor young lady was missing, and possibly dead. It's a perfect example of how screwy America's values are as a whole, and while the general public used her death as an opportunity to snoop into a public figure's sex life, I want the world to know a girl is dead now, perhaps even because of that misguided focus that her case was handled with.
[bodytext] => As it turns out, the world is flat
and under the cloak of nighttime, one can go right off the edge to a place where eyes can’t see. A quake no one felt but the smothered soul who no longer wears those colored clothes will send a ripple through the stream to disappear and fade away just like every one before. Once in a while a person is looking when shadows and silence vanquish flesh that once belonged to someone they could make some money from. And no one cares for the missing piece, just cocaine shots and sales receipts and pinball games, kaleidoscopes and then more sales receipts. The steak hangs high in the lion’s cage and down below, in a fit of rage, those who want their shadows back are passed aside for meat. The seven-year funerals with twenty-hour tribunals and catering by no one at church Hole-in-the-ground. Will boulders end the river’s flow? A question everybody knows but no one answers out of fear that truth may yet be told. When countless grains erode away, why must one be sought to stay? Damn the flowing river or leave it evermore. Damn the flowing river or leave it evermore. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 478 [topic] => 38 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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