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When the sun shouts and people abound
One thinks there were the ages of stone and the age of
bronze
And the iron age; iron the unstable metal;
Steel made of iron, unstable as his mother; the tow-
ered-up cities
Will be stains of rust on mounds of plaster.
Roots will not pierce the heaps for a time, kind rains
will cure them,
Then nothing will remain of the iron age
And all these people but a thigh-bone or so, a poem
Stuck in the world's thought, splinters of glass
In the rubbish dumps, a concrete dam far off in the
mountain...
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Comments
Liz says: March 1, 2011 at 2:29 pmWhen I was young, we used to laugh at the Moral Police in Saudi Arabia and its utter foolishness and sdiuptity.The leaders of Islamic Republic have lowered us to the level of Wahabis.
Mina from Belarus