Minute 4.44

Raised by the gate, but from the table fed,

In coats of ash they roam the palace road
To stalk the weak now for the banner bled
Their blades are sharpened to a Roman edge.

Thousand Oaks

Minute 3.28

Identity mistaken, mother’s form,

A climber strikes the marble mountain head;

The cradle and the fountain bear the storm,
Awakening the living and the dead.

Minute 4.53

In ductwork of the mind, a jacket blue
Finesse a syndrome that the ancients knew
What’s troubling, the systems’s blowing hue
Adjusted with a chemical or two.



Stalingrad by Theodor Plievier

The Racetrack, Albert Pinkham Ryder

St. Elmo's Fire