IT gathers itself in one <br />spot, burns with all its <br />might, then falls to the <br />ground and disapates, <br />and yells, im done. <br />IT stands on four feet, <br />wears a flag, and spends <br />its time making maps of <br />you, me, and everyone eles. <br />ITS here, its every where, <br />still, with out us its nothing <br />but a smear. <br />IT moans and fucks about, <br />then shuts up, for its out of <br />gas.<br /><br />DAVID GERARDINO<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/windows-and-doors/
