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Poetry #233
(published June 30, 2005)
Icarus Plastique
by Connor Webber
As humble as ego's,
...That rise like empires;
And muscle through the subway crowds.
These nylon icons!; Our rehashed heroes,
Who proclaim their noble truths aloud.
...that rattle chains from knoll and window,
As they bare their bloodied souls to yang;
Who scratch at floorboards,
Who gnaw at ankles.
And scorch their wings upon the sun.

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