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Tuesday, March 29, 2016
Vernon Mooers writes
bell was rung thirty-three times to open/close the city gates.The temple sits at the front of small hotels; Buddha observes all.Outside, the shrine rings the park; is circled by singing bars.The dance hostess does her tricks like a magician and the
juggler wears his crown of thorns.In the killing fields, slaughter is a brutal art; animals have no remorse; drink the blood under fiery stars.