Bored, I sharpen swords and knives admiring how
Simple objects keep their value. Basic laws
Stay the same throughout the ages. Boredom plows
Fields of corn; a blaze would cleanse its golden flaws
Yielding forth the face of God: a burning bush,
Floods that carry arks to start what's bound to fail
Once again. They're boring—more, they need a push.
Pigs admire their shit; preserved until the sale—
Digging 'til the holy airgun blows the pork
Out their skulls to bags of chicken feed. I'm bored.
Life's predictable on farms and lacks the torque
Arson keeps. I'm bored. So start again with sword.
“The Pakistani Taliban called the presence of foreign relief workers in this flood-ravaged country “unacceptable” on Thursday and suggested that militants could attack members of aid groups. ”
– Salman Masood, The New York Times, August 26, 2010
http://www.nytimes.com/2010/08/27/world/asia/27pstan.html?hpw
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