always in the companyof the armyyou married mebecause I came to youunmadein lieu of a ringI gave youa tiny black boxtied with pinksilk ribbonthe gift of my voiceI told youall my tattoos are sub-dermalI am a soldier in the armyof rose eatersI am trapped in the bodyof a dinosaurfree meonly because I askeddid you make my moutha basket for flowersso people would not fear mebut then I could never say your name…skipping along with my head in your handspulling flowers from my mouthyou sangthe army of rose-eatersis marchingfollow me
A Soldier in the Army of Rose-Eaters
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this is interesting Peter
did you know Yasser Arafat referred to Palestinian women martyrs/suicide bombers as his "Army of Roses" circa 2001...
an eerie echo...
Thom
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