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Residue of Man

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The residue of olive leaves the dull intricate skins

 

The light tart bark the life held within

 

Thin slice olives make pimentos wait

 

The nectar awaits the mouth the mouth taste the weight

 

In Florence branches are broken of spoken peaceful things

 

But among the stallion warriors the fat fills war in blood and stain

 

So olive tree stands alone waiting in wounded breeze

 

A world full of branch debris without a single foreign need

 

Some hold branches in hand others prefer mansions of land

 

Time will find no Eden again just broken branches in broken hands

 

So olives groves of olive trees hang alone among the Florence hills

 

The residue of man it seems will root only in his dreams

 

The reality we feared man is best equipped to kill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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