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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

The American Shrug

I hate the American shrug,
the American whimper, pout.

Why don't we wail, why isn't wailing encouraged?
Why don't we shave our heads in grief?

If we did, we could take all of that hair,
and burn it, and smell it burning,
and rub the ashes into our skin.
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