PoetryEtc Featured Poet: Mark Weiss   

Let us now
vilify the dead
for being dead.
.
The swirl of tide across the beach.
.
The inevitable war between mammals and flies.
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Love is an anger.
Random as pigeons.
.
He he he he
the sound of laughter
I I I
the gulls' cry
we we we we
that little piggy that falling water.