Mark
Low tide flotsam mark
Red white and blue soldier crabs
Gather to
parade
Imagination
A quiet intrusive curse
Deep
lines marked his face
With a deep dark sigh
He placed his leather book mark
Real life was calling
Critical
It is critical
With small children in the house
Not to be
too clean
Observe the surface
Inspect it critically
Clean as
a whistle
That's a filthy look
You're always so critical
Please
clean up your mind
Blaze
A blaze of glory
Tonight surviving nightmares
You are
the hero
Tonight on the News
A blaze in a factory
Guard dog
a hero
Mars the God of war
Hero annealed in the fire
Earth
ablaze tonight
Word
Always did love words
Playing with the sound of them
In any
language
And the word was word
Like onomatopoeia
A
meaningful sound
And the word was law
But then the law is an ass
On which no man hath sat
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