The Berlin wall fell
inches, slow degrees
the Korean will or will
not, but people will die
out of nuclear exhaustion
farmer suicides
hole out black money
fill coffers with gold
I see a snot nosed
dirty haired child
in the morning’s sun
the hills have refused
him to enter their world
peopled with trees, grass
the morning dew. The
child sniffs at the wind
his satchel is empty
but his mind is filled
with tricks
the Berlin wall has fallen
Kashmir is a crucible
get yourself a sortie
travel to Mars or Moon
it’s better there
ever since Armstrong
paid a visit.
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