Wednesday, July 30, 2014

poem by : ross vassilev

the indispensable nation if you ever find a human skull just lying around somewhere bury it in the ground and maybe it'll sprout an olive tree maybe it'll grow a pair of black wings and fly off with the crows all the way to India where 3000 years ago some Goddess laid her body down to become a river turning desert to forest for the people or maybe the skull would feel more at home in Cambodia joining the mountains of human skulls erected by Pol Pot and paid for by Uncle Sam.