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Remember when we learned we cared not for the modern
feminists;
the truth, thicker than whispers of a serpent though
it slithers, hissed
at as it is by forked tongues. Remember a smothered
sky
of fat leaves as we discovered the thinning sameness
of forest
trudges to breath-taking views, the berried shrubs,
the most high.
You made the ivory tower romantic, the deep sniff of
library:
a bed of books, sweeter than others' roses, in lean
clear lines free.
Then hatred bloomed as news came in, and cardinal
friends fell out.
Barricades rose as soldiers marched, rosy to the most
fined capillary.
Remember crosscut woods, concentric rings, thinnest
during drought.
-- Lee W. Jenson
Lee W. Jenson is a graduate student at Rutgers Business School. Besides writing poetry, he also contributes articles under a pseudonym for www.wsws.org, a Trotskyist online newspaper.
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