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honored

I.
a throng of toddlers
armed to the baby teeth
with crayon rifles and
milk-bottle molotov grenades
(seeking to fight time as long as they can)

II.
a parade of pierrots
riding purple elephants
took turns, loudly laughing
at everyone they passed that day
(those clowns rushing, rushing)

III.
a march of the machines
dressed in drab suits
rushing to buy a box
and sell themselves off
(it’s the great singapore sale)

IV.
a funeral march
dressed in prison uniforms
mourning our dead soldiers
who fought and fought and fought
(but failed and fought for naught)

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