by Doug Draime
Every moment they’re
making bombs to kill you.
Right now as you watch tv or
eat your dinner or practice adultery.
Even when you sleep they’re
making bombs to kill you.
And the others are somewhere
with computerized gray figures and charts
planning and selling and calculating.
Bomb salesmen travel first class dressed
like your local preacher,
could be your local preacher,
you never know.
January 11, 2010
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