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Michael Shorb
The Man Who Killed For Love
You can hardly blame life
On Mars for burrowing
Deep in polar molecules
When your machine comes
Feeling around Mr. Metal
Mr. Daily Planet
Mr. Praise The Lord & Pass
The Cherokee Removal
Your reputation's pretty well
Shot on this island
Roots & diatoms are prepared
To shrug you off with a virus
Plutonium & wheat crouch
On the bridge threatening
Suicide the buffalo
Tongues are gone
You used to gulp down
Saturday night with blackoak
Barrels full of whiskey
While music soared and dancers whirled.
You and your deep love for this planet
Touch everything.
It's all listening: dolphins & mice
Quartz, rain forest parrots
Air & ocean currents
Earthquakes & rain.
Everything wants to hear another
Of your famous torch songs
Sing the one
Where you kill for love.
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