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My Pentagon

Heather Christle
It was the military
        coming together

on paper under glass

to shine on me! they
        called me

        damp thing it was
my name coming

together under orders

nothing would go
        unlaminated

they said
        they said

under orders     after death
all things must shine

Copyright © 2011 by Heather Christle. Used with permission of the author.

Copyright © 2011 by Heather Christle. Used with permission of the author.

Heather Christle

by this poet

poem
This tree has a small LED display 
It is glowing and it can show you words 
and it can show you pictures and it can melt 
from one choice to another and you are looking at it 
and it wants you to share the message 
but it can't see that you are the only one around 
and that everyone else is hibernating 
which