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Two Poems by P.G. Simpkins
Where the Pines Grow
If bayonets dismantle flesh
O, what’s the point in ranks?
The dead watch hell through
heaven`s mesh in resurrected tanks.
O, what’s behind this Buddha`s door?
Is peace awash with mines?
We’ll die like silk to …
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