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Crystal Grief.

What have we learnt? Having lost all those

mothers and fathers – innocent bystanders –

to someone else’s misconceptions,

the news is still bleak. What have we really learnt?

Saddam had something, somewhere, maybe;

flames spread easily inside a tinder box;

David Kelly liked to go for walks;

the prayers of millions often go unanswered

but, of course, God bless America;

everyone is now a qualified chemist.

Conclusion: jet fuel can’t melt steel beams.

45-minute document airily

proves the dangers of information –

loose accuracy readily changes minds.

Crystal Grief. full post

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Cash ‘Ere.

Waiting for the last finishing
line of the day; what are the odds
that this is a race worth running?
Which one will he be gunning for
at five to four or ten to three.
Unexpectedly, he’ll lean in,
growing shorter; ought to know now
that this counter is not bound by
his starting orders, so I’ll wait
and contemplate a ciggie break.
Did someone say he had a tip?
Because I’ve forgotten mine. —

Ian Miller 2014.

 

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