...
(folio continues)
The city blockade draws a line in the sand
that the heavenly hosts dare not cross
for fear of falling into our halting metaphors:
entanglement and strangulation.
We fear true beauty and the bloody hand;
the grotesque and grim our only solace,
Our image echoes, a wilderness of mirrors:
cracked and distorted.
(folio cuts off)
...
-Jon Vowell (c) 2010
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