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Walking on Bones I walk on bones of jews massacred silently, angrily, with smiles on the culprits' faces and a shot of vodka, after by the fireplace, legs kicked up and a bear rug jews ratted on by neighbours scared to walk the street denounced by little girls with aryan ringlets jews stuffed, suffocating in closets, crawl spaces, bricked up rooms ghetto jews, defiant jews turncoat jews of the JP the judenrat little boys hidding the forests scared to, and forgetting how to speak. Their ghosts dance in the wind like the white, pure flecks of snow like grey flecks of ash. Adam Tod Leverton email: atleverton@yahoo.ca Blog: www.adamtodleverton.blogspot.com MySpace: www.myspace.com/adamtodleverton Facebook: Adam Tod Leverton Twitter: @atleverton


Walking on Bones